I Knew You Were Trouble

Is it really so bad for me to be wanted? I just want to feel like someone cares. I want to feel like someone has my back. I want someone to tell me I'm pretty and to hope for me to have a good day. I want to have someone thinking of me right when they wake up and right before the fall asleep. I want them to wonder what I'm doing at random moments of the day. I want to receive random text messages saying, "I just had the weirdest dream... You were in it." I want someone to think I'm one of the funniest people they've met. I want someone to constantly want to kiss me. I want someone to listen to me talk about my problems and assure me everything will be okay. I want to be able to tell someone everything is okay. I want to give my whole heart to someone and have them give me theirs right back and we will protect each other and love each other and build each other up.

The bad boy. Why, why why why why do I keep doing this to myself? I keep going for the ones that could care less about me. I know that I want all of this stuff but I won't go for the people who are actually willing to give it to me. I want the boys that are hard to get. The boys that kiss me, but are also hooking up with 5 other girls that weekend. I want the ones that only invite me to party with them. But I want them for this reason. I want them because I can't have them. I want to be able to be the girl that was worth it. The one that is worth not having other girls on the side. The one that he can spend all of his time with and be perfectly happy. In all reality I know that the chances of this are slim to none. But the good things about these guys is that you know that you're probably going to get hurt. When it happens it's not a surprise. The nice guys do something to hurt you and you're caught off guard and have no one to blame but yourself, or so you think. But when you go for a bad boy you know what you're getting yourself into. And that's why I like the bad boys.