Friends don't look at friends that way

Bad for you darling

Maybe I'm just addicted to making bad choices.

Maybe I'm a bad person, having you on my mind as I lay in bed next to the one who has always come between us.

Maybe I'm undeserving of the title of being your girlfriend, partner or boyfriend.

Maybe I'm being selfish, wanting you all to myself.

Maybe I'm reading too much into words spoken late at night, between the two of us.

Maybe, just maybe, if you'd let me in a bit that would be enough.

Or maybe, nothing but the touch of your skin will satisfy the thoughts and feelings I lay awake with at night.

Maybe I'm just crazy.

Bad for you darling (Partially Princeton

Marks littering your neck, remnants of kisses left on our mouths as we sat in the hotel.

We all knew you shouldn't have come here.

Not with you being in what seemed to be a happy relationship.

But we especially didn't listen to logic did we darling?

Darling. The pet name I no longer use because that was *you*.

You were my darling.

There's a reference there that maybe one day I'll let you in on, but for now it's my hidden secret.

Your phone started buzzing, both of us glancing over, I seen the caller id.

It was your girlfriend.

Guilt should've settled in at that point, what I- what *we* did was wrong.

But I'm a bad person and I'm bad for you.

I knew that when I didn't feel the guilt settle in.

But, I'm out of my mind for you, always have been, so that guilt didn't exist.

I wished at that moment that I had the full authority to text her from your phone, "He's busy rn." and leave it at that.

But at that point I didn't have *you* and I would've lost my chance completely if I had done something like that.

I'm bad for you darling, but I'm also oh so good for you.