Nice Girl

I am most certainly not a nice girl.

When you’re down I’m going to kick you and when you’re crying I’m going to laugh. Yeah, I care about your feelings. But seeing you in misery makes me feel powerful. I always feel bad afterwards.

But I am not a nice girl.

I hate it when you’re so needy. Don’t cling to me. Step off. I am the one with the vagina, so stop acting like a pussy. When you’re like this I can’t stand you.

Cause I’m not a nice girl.

My heart races when you bite me. I shudder when you try to push me down. I want to moan when you grab my wrists too tightly. The times you tried to play hurt me I felt most attracted to you. I love it when you act tough.

I am not a nice girl.

Yeah, cuddling on the couch makes me happy. Holding hands when we walk is sweet. You’re soft kisses are divine. You playing with my hair is comforting. But I love all the other stuff too.

I am not a nice girl.

When you push me off the couch I laugh. When you try to get me to walk into trees I smile. The kisses where I literally can’t breathe are my favorite. Your hands on my ass is my favorite. But I really do love the sweet stuff too.

Remember, I am not a nice girl.

So next time we go out will you treat me a little rough? I like it a little rough. Not bruises littering my body or overly demeaning activities. Just a little rough. Like before we got too serious. Since you can’t lie and say I’m pretty, being forceful lets me know you care a little. I can only believe “I love you” so many times before it seems like a peace offering.

So, I am not a nice girl.

But, if you treat me like I’m not I can be. Reverse psychology and all that. It’s all a little fucked up. But life’s fucked up so I guess it’s ok. To review. Treat me mean, I treat you nice.

Then I can be a nice girl.