You have to understand.

I was shy.

Eighteen.

And so in love I was ready to give up everything.

Only he wouldn't let me.

He broke my heart.

Pushed me away.

Now he's back.

He's a rock star, a bad boy, a total egomaniac, a tattoo covered rock god with naked women begging for his attention.

He has platinum albums, money, fame.

Everybody wants a piece of him.

Everyone but me.

Been there, done that.

My heart shattered into a million pieces when he left.

I'm still broken on the inside.

I loved him.

I trusted him.

And he ruined me.

Only a complete idiot would let him get close.

But when he touches me,

I melt.

My heart races.

I crave him.

Guess I'm not that smart after all.