Trouble

i've been a good girl. almost.

i stay in my corner of the world.

i lick my wounds alone. mostly.

i do all that i had to do.

i know i'll heal. but i won't forget.

i didn't expect to.

i don't go looking for trouble.

i don't search for cheap thrills.

i stay away from addictions.

i wish i could be safe.

but Trouble seems to like me.

do i have it stamped on my forehead?
COME GET ME, BABY. I LOVE GETTING FUCKED?

fuck this shit. fuck all of it.

i don't go looking for Trouble, all u bitches.
get it in your heads. stop making me sound like a bitch in heat.

Trouble comes looking for me. Always.

Maybe he's my ultimate groom after all.