I’m not the girl your mother warns you about.
I won’t kiss your best friend or break your heart.
I won’t make you choose between what you love to do & me.
I’m not cold. I’m not reckless.
I’m the girl your father mentions when your mom’s not around.
I’m the girl that gets away.
I will love you more than anything.
I will kiss you when you cry.
I will stand by your side until you decide otherwise.
And you’re just like your father, so you will.
You’ll let me go & I won’t look back,
But you will.
I promise you, you will.
I’m that girl.
I wonder if anyone ever wants to be my friend really bad or thinks i’m really cute and wonderful and always checks up on me on my dumb social media networks and get’s excited when I post and get’s excited when something good happens in my life, like I do for other people.