Give me a reason to let my guard down.
Why? Because you say nice things to me. Because you tell me I’m pretty. Because you look me in the eyes when you’re on top of me.
What makes you different? Worthy? Deserving of all of me?
Who do you think you are? You think you’re special? You think you’re the one?
Lies. I’m the one. The only one…who doesn’t disappoint me.
Screw you for thinking that you can have all of me.
That I would allow you in to see me… feel me.
Don’t be into me because I’m just not that into you.
I can’t be. I won’t be. You can’t have me.
I chew you up and spit you out. I use you for what I want and then you’re tossed out.
So don’t be nice to me. Don’t pretend that you’re into me when all you want is the good parts of me.
You want the nice me, the sweet me, the smiling me. You don’t want the real me.
You don’t want all of me.
And I won’t give you all of me.
You can’t handle all of me.
I’m a fucking unicorn. Beauty and brains and you wouldn’t know what to do with me.
So let’s just have fun, right? Fuck me, feed me, but don’t fall in love with me. And don’t let me fall in love with you.
Don’t be good. Don’t be genuine. Don’t be…
Because I can’t handle it. I can’t deal with loving someone who might actually love me back. How scary is that?
I’m a maneater. And that’s what I want to be. Don’t think that you can tame me.
Don’t try to soften me. I’m a tiger not a kitten. A stallion not a show pony.
Hands are up, armor is on, shields encompass me. I’m blocking everything you throw at me. I am well protected.
My heart is guarded like it’s in a fucking safe. You don’t have the code because I won’t give it to you.
And eventually you will give up.
And I will say I told you so. I told you that you didn’t really want me.