I think it’s me,
I think I smile recklessly.
I think I need to see,
The scars on their knees.
I think I need to be,
Two steps ahead in the lead.
And then I need to you to be,
The one to sweep me off of my feet.
Yeah I want you bring me to my knees,
I need you to disrespect me,
I crave for you to hurt me,
So that I have to work for you to want me.
And then you can have me,
And then im all yours.
Jan 15, 2020
Jan 15, 2020 at 5:24 PM UTC
I think it’s me,
I think I smile recklessly.
I think I need to see,
The scars on their knees.
I think I need to be,
Two steps ahead in the lead.
And then I need to you to be,
The one to sweep me off of my feet.
Yeah I want you bring me to my knees,
I need you to disrespect me,
I crave for you to hurt me,
So that I have to work for you to want me.
And then you can have me,
And then im all yours.
Just a poem that I wrote about craving the wrong type of attention