not again.
tell me this isnt happening.
this is just a repeat of
what youve done to me before;
what hurt me more than
Anything else ever has.

i think i may have you figured out.
i think ive pieced the puzzle together:
youre a manipulator.
you picked me up,
swept me off my feet
&carried me,
but now that youve had your fun,
you dont have a problem
dropping me
right on my a**.

youll hurt me. you know that.
but im pretty sure you dont care.

i know i shouldnt want you
at all.
i should be running
in the opposite direction;
far, far away from a
smooth talker like you.
but that sly, magnetic personality
of yours has got me
stuck
like a butterfly pinned to a corkboard.

all i want is to get out.
i know inside i need to.
i just cant muster up the courage.

because im holding on to the off-chance
that maybe im different;
that maybe i
actually mean something to you.

like you said i did.