that boy is trouble
By Surmise
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My skin always crawls with anxiety every time i think of you. You are the symbol of destruction and a clear picture of a real heartbreak. Your trouble. And you follow me. I say no and you say yes. You insist. You move me like a puppet. You made me look your way.
Their is just something about you that makes me want to talk to you. you're their in my head and you control it like you own me.
So we take shots and you keep them coming.
You bring Vodka and you bring rum.
We play games and then i go outside to smoke.
I stand in the cold with nothing but my clothes and my drunken thoughts.
You follow me.
Trouble always follows me.
You stand beside me, ask me for a cigar. My favorite wine wood tip.
We share a conversation, we share some laughs, and we share our time.
You study and you watch me. You wait for my next move and you move before me. As if you can predict everything i do.
The party dies and the ambient leaves.
I soon find myself alone with you because you did not want me to leave.
So i stayed because i'm amazed by you.
You sit next to me and you kiss me.
the night is short for the time we spent.
Even though you are no good for me.
I'm held captive in your eyes. you can see through me.
You speak and i listen.
You move and i watch.
You touch me and i crave it.
I drive home feeling free but lost.
Longing to be your prisoner i arrive home.
I look at my phone and i see your message.
You miss me.
And like an idiot i smile and reply.
But in my head i know you have a girlfriend.
I know you have a daughter from your ex.
And i know you play girls like if they were a deck of cards.
But you insist on me.
You wont leave me alone
And i don't want you too.
You make me feel adrenalin all over my body
and you make my heart jump with excitement.
I'm in trouble,
and I love it.
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it tends to be the bastards
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