bad boys.

Here's the thing about bad boys, unlike movies, they don't walk around suave in leather boots and jackets, neither do they lead an entourage of what the big screen call 'douches' where you instantly know they're trouble. In the real world, they can be the most unassuming lad you never thought would be your type, someone you'd lie to your friends about not giving a second look even if they were the last person on earth. Yet, you fall for them. For whatever reasons - genuine infatuation, desperation or just feeling scared to be lonely. Sometimes the best of people become bad not because they're players at heart, they just happen to be bad for you. Like ecstasy, they're every bit of high and joy making you feel like you're invincible, like love is indeed a power strong enough to conquer the world, a force to so desperate to be reckoned with, with confidence that there's no future too bleak or glass too brimmed to be toppled. Then he goes away - you get overwhelmed with withdrawal, the kind that drives you to do crazy things, the kind that makes you dance with the devil of your thoughts, that dark well you know is a long and heavy fall till you can barely spot the freckle of light at the end of the tunnel. Sadly the pedestal you put him on like the earth that breathes life only with the sun or not at all, you're not even an entity that taints his life whether it's a stroke of brilliance or dot of sorrow.

This time around you were bad because you couldn't let your baggages down while philandering because you crave attention during this intermission before you allow your plans to gain traction.