I call myself good girl as if you don’t turn me bad
as if I don’t crave the taste of your instability
let me feel the static shock of your desire
seep into my skin and stain me with your want
I curl into myself in an attempt to disappear
because as much as I pray you’ll seek me
it’s much better if I remain hiding
I’m not willing to risk it all
yet the razor sharp edge of your jawline
the warning sign flash of your smile
triple dog dares me to show you how I can be
such a good bad girl
and I’m just
oh
so
weak
See, that right there is what makes you so dangerous-
Dangerous? You think I’m dangerous?
Come on, now, don’t do that. You know why.
No, tell me. What about me is just so dangerous?