I know a little something about this from a few different angles. I wrote a couple versions of this but this is what I'm feeling for it today, something short and sweet. Enjoy!
RISK
I know that walking into this hotel room with him is a risk.
I trust him; I just don’t trust myself to be here with him.
He will be a perfect gentleman, if I want him to. But I don’t
I am doing it again. Opening the door and inviting trouble in.
I know exactly what I am doing. This is not a surprise. I am not a girl that needs to be talked into things. Not one who needs to be persuaded or lied to. Compliments and flattery aren’t required. The story is already written. My decision is made before I walk in the door.
If my decision was no, I wouldn’t be here right now.
But I am here, right where I want to be.
