You want a good man.
You want someone who will love you kindly and neatly - someone who will paint your picket fences white and end every late night call with promises of the future.
But you also want me: and I’m not a good man. I smoke too many cigarettes, I don’t smile at people I don’t like, I cheat to get my way, I lie...
I will hurt you… and you will love me for it.
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