Bad choices

Your choices either free or enslave you

For the life of me,

i could never make the right choice,

even if you put a bad apple in front,

of a golden one i will chose the worst.

They say once bitten,

twice shy but for me,

its definitely twice or thrice,

depending on how bad it feels.

It's as if i despise being right,

and fall into traps of demise,

even when i can see it clearly,

i give it a try just to be sure.

Bad choices make the best memories,

is what i tell myself to be comfortable,

with my mistakes of bad judgement,

to justify my actions instead of accepting.

That sometimes impulses aren't the best,

and some people are just not worth it,

no matter how many times you try,

to give them a chance you will be let down.

Sweet taboos with the wrong dudes,

just too good of a ruse for me to pass by,

and when it comes to an end,

all you can do is laugh at yourself.