I always fall for the bad boy, the looker, the jock, the stud. 

Some may call him a fuckboy 

I just call him understood. 

I see to exactly what he wants with me, but that doesn't stop me from flirting.

So we keep talking and talking and somethings lead to another 

And most seem to be understanding when I say stop or that's it. 

But I'm scared one day he won't listen. One day he will only think of his pleasure and not my life ahead of me. 

My own standards though they are small and ever so shifting they stand strong. 

But not as strong as your ever growing biceps that will pin me down and not in the willing fun way but in the intense fighting ripping hurting way and suddenly something is ripped from me that I can't take back. I fall for the untrustworthy ones. The ones who don't play nice. The ones for when they grow up will cheat on their wives. I fall hard and I fall fast. Racing down down down. Only hurt is on the bottom end. But Gravity has already got my rolling.