Ins And Outs Of Affairs

"Want to mess around?"
He asked so clearly, I could just hit him.
You really think I'm that type of girl?
And yet, I took his hand.
I guess it's not who you think you are,
But it's what you become.
Every. Juicy. Detail.
And in the gardens,
Dressed in gorgeous gowns,
"We're just friends, Babe."
"Someone saw you kissing him!"
That name was lost in translation.
And the funny, hilarious, side-splitting part of it all,
Was that I never stood a chance with him,
And he even told me so.
"You're not my type, sorry"
But he still had me touch him...
Though, I was at fault.
Because it's my problem,
It's my life.
"We just kissed."
Like he even believed me.
"He's like my brother."
Come on, bitch, you can do better.
Truth is I can't.
And my consequence?
I'm stuck with YOU.