I’m the girlfriend you’ve been warned about — clingy, jealous, and impossible to ignore. I’ll blow up your phone when you’re late, then act annoyed when you answer too fast.

I pick fights on purpose, just to watch you scramble to fix them.

I don’t want calm. I want reaction. I’ll twist your words, question your tone, and make you defend things you didn’t even realize mattered.

I’ll accuse you of not caring, then punish you for caring too much.Nothing you do is quite right — and I like it that way.

One minute I’m all over you, sweet and affectionate. The next, I’m cold, distant, and making you wonder what you did to deserve it.

You’ll feel like you’re always one mistake away from losing me, and somehow still desperate to prove you’re worth keeping.

Sweet one minute. Savage the next. You’ll complain about me, swear I’m exhausting — and still feel that pull every time I decide to give you attention again.

I’m not good for you. I’m just hard to quit.