Does it always end like this?
We meet, we talk, we flirt, we date, and then break-up.
It's more of like a **** up
Times 20, and you can't fix it up
I was young, but you seemed to be fun
Nice, gentle, I couldn't see your true intentions
But each appraoch was a new hello invention
You never had the guts to make a confetion
I thought it was love
Because you said it back
Grabbing my hand
Telling me I'm beautiful
I was on cloud 9
Until one night, 1 fight fight turned into 5
Him: what's wrong?!? You act like I hurt you?
Me: I'm not ready, I can't
Grabbing my wrist and pulling me forward was a bad idea, one forced kissed turned into 4
You closed and locked the door
Layed me on the floor
And couldn't help but go for four little words and a question mark
"will you **** me?"
I was 14, thought I was in love, but he wanted me for lust. Crazy? No, I've been through worse physical situations