Trouble

I knew he was trouble. You can tell by his smile. His evil smile. But i liked him anyway. I enjoyed every word he told me, every lie, every smile, every hesitation, every pain. Every kiss, every touch. I liked how i was when i was with him. Somehow this boy with his malicious smile made me better. Made me ambitious and ready for anything. And the energy he gave me, oh my god, i want that more. It's not the fact that i miss him or that i want him back ( he was never mine) i just want  that enthusiasm and that happiness, that smile on my face. I want myself. Now i have to find it in myself 'cause he is gone.