Sittin in the 99 cent store yesterday was beyond boring, so much that I was flipping through every nyc radio station and actually listened to about 10 songs on each since I was in there for like 9 hours. On k-roq, they played Bush’s ‘machine head’ and it bought me back….
….to the days when trespassing was our thing, and kissing in the woods behind the burned down hospital got my hormones all excited. When I walked down the hallway with my father to find that the smiley face and heart BURNED (wit a mini torch) into the carpet, next to my name, was left there by the bad boy at the time. He had my heart cuz he knew how to make it beat faster. He was filled wit excitement and surprises and I thought I was in love.
I can’t seem to get away from the bad boys. Nowadays, guys with baby mothers, G.E.D.’s, paranoia, smart mouths, and guns seem to all fall into the bad boy category. We’re getting growner by the day, and frankly my tolerance for bullshit is low as hell …
I’m not into the drama, but good guys DO NOT interest me. It’s cool if we can click on an intellectual level, exchange ideas and opinions about damn near everything cuz that’ll keep me around. But if I can’t go on some sort of risky, heart pumping adventure with you, if there’s no mystery, there’s no feeling. I never realize why I push so many people out of my life.
OK I’m lying, I know exactly why I push people away….i don’t want my heart broken. It’s fear of heartbreak, not so much commitment. I can be faithful, I just don’t do it. With good guys, I feel ima be bored, so I push them away before I get too attached…usually that’s when they start getting attached. With bad boys…I fall in love and let myself go, obviously for the wrong reasons and I end up with the pieces of my heart in my hand.
What was this about?....
O right, back in the days, when My bad boy and I used to do mad stupid but fun shit. My most recent bad boy stomped on my heart and now he’s living down south, prolly gonna trick another unsuspecting ‘Good girl’ (which is what the bad boys call me- funny huh ?), into loving him. Prolly won’t break her heart as bad as me though. Fuck it, I’ma New Yorker, pain and heartbreak aint shit compared to the taxi and bus fares. That definitely puts a bigger dent in our pockets den any man can put in ma heart.
I’m a bad girl next to a good guy, and a good girl next to a bad guy. Are you starting to notice, if it’s not one extreme is the other, never a healthy medium. What’s a girl like me to do?
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3 comments:
well TP what you could do is, stop fartin around and get your self a good boy/guy. Messing with those bad guys will just mess you up. Your being distant or non-attached to the wrong dudes. How will you ever know if a good guy will bore you if you dont give them a chance. A smart guy is better than a stupid guy :)
WELL THEY'RE NOT NECESSARILY STUPID, JUST DONT ALWAYS MAKE THE RIGHT CHOICES...I DON'T KNO WHAT'S WRONG WIT ME POKEY...BUT I GUESS ONE ILL FINE MY PRINCE WHO CAN GIVE ME BOTH BRAINS AND BRAWN AND CHILDREN WITH NO CRIMINAL RECORDS...LOL WHO AM I KIDDING, I'M HOPELESS...
Im saying If one B boy makes way to many wrong choices than just a few ones. That could make them stupid, seeing if they dont learn from there past mistakes. So Your not hopeless, just stop putting your hand in the wrong cookie jar :)
Find a guy that has things going for himself, which would take him far beyond "HIS NECK OF THE WOODS". Then ever thing else will fall into place. Certain thigs just cant be rushed :)
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