My One Night Stand

Baby, call me a glutton, call me a tease,
But I can’t help it; I always seem to invite disaster in with open arms.
I know I shouldn’t play with fire,
But it gets so cold by myself at night and I know you could be the body next to mine.
If only for the night, in the very least; I know this game I play with myself is nothing short of dangerous,
And you are not worthy of anything of mine, at least, not anymore,
But I just can’t seem to help this need to self-destruct,
The drama intoxicates me until all I can see is my next high,
Whether with you, or the next someone to toy with my emotions.
Yet, I still cling to this illusion of romance and lust and wanting.
Knowing that it’s been too long and too much has happened for it to mean anything,
But I still cling and cling and cling, hoping I’ll latch unto any semblance of morale.
This always sounds better after the liqueur has entered my bloodstream,
And I am too far-gone to consider anything else,
So let me say this while I still can,
You will and always will be awful to me, you’ll use me, but I am not better,
And together we can fall into bed knowing what we expect out of each other,
And still be blinded by our own delusions.

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15 thoughts on “My One Night Stand

  1. KonciouSLea says:

    Wow. I love this for many reasons. 1. Because it’s so str8 fwd
    2. Because it says everything I’d want to say but couldn’t and
    3. Because it’s from a woman’s perspective.
    Very well done. May I write a poetic reply?

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