I'm the girl your mother warned you about.
The one who will breeze into your life, and with me I'll bring a fantasy you didn't even know you craved until I was right there offering the forbidden fruit. I'll slip you poison with each kiss till you're addicted to my touch. And even when I let words like broken glass fall out of my lips and let them tear into your flesh you'll love me.
You'll be maddened by my manic behaviors by how I'll cry and cling to you and then beat you so ferociously with both my firsts and verbal attacks on all your insecurities I managed to pick up and apart. You will feel as if a hurricane itself came in the door when I did. You'll start to question what is up and what is down and you will eventually suspect me to be the undoing of your very sanity.
For such a sweet angel face I move my body like a temptress. I'm right there with you in the back seat of the car, between the sheets of your bed, and all my "problems" all my tantrums are nothing because you swear you can taste the I love you's on my tongue. Your parents won't be able to call out that I'm one of the sirens they always tried to protect you from until it's too late.
I had a few weeks head start and by the time they see the damage the wreckage is complete. You'll wonder about this love affair for months maybe even years after. Still yearning for me because as low as I dragged you, I was a high you never did reach again once I left. And I do leave, I always do, I leave you crying and confused with no answers to the questions you're still asking. "Did you ever even love me?" you'll yell as I try to leave you behind and you'll hate the half smile with sad eyes I give you that you can't quite decipher.
It's bittersweet because there have been a million of you it seems. Confused boys that I've lead astray in my attempts to find a companion who is as destructive and damned as I am and who will understand all the things I couldn't express to someone like you who never had the urge to smother the things they love till the flame dies out.
And I'm sorry you're another casualty in this battle with myself and all my issues I keep fighting. If it helps when I walked in that door I swore I was different like an addict will promise they've fixed their behavior because we really do believe we are better now. And you won't know it but months from now I'll remember you suddenly, some little moment we shared, and one single tear will run down my cheek before I brush it aside and cast away all the bad feeling always trying to creep in and take away my happy. But that moment of weakness over you is a private scene you won't see but I swear it'll happen because it always does.
You're mother knows all about a girl like me because she's had to clean up the pieces I've left behind. She probably met your dad sometime after someone a lot like me came through and wrecked everything and in her process of fixing what I broke they fell in a type of love I never will have. One that blossom when two people are able to create something rather than burn it down.