Love vs. Trust

Who can trust a girl like me
                to make the right
                                Decisions?
The choice between the boy
         With the future in
               his eyes
And honesty embedded in
                     Every word

                 Or.

The boy from the past, with naught but
        Lust in his heart,
            And red warnings
                   Misted
Into every breath.

The choice should be easy.
But not for a girl like me,
     Afraid of the future.
Not when the boy from the past ignites
         Such fire in my belly,
Such a need for [carnal] pleasures
                                       Passions.
When every precious touch burns my skin
                 In such a satisfying way…
         Branding me.
         Owning me.
But why do I want to be a toy, and object,
            when the boy with the future in his eyes
Tells me; “You belong”.
Tells me; “You are special to me”.
Tells me; “[Reality]”.

(Because love is not blind – it is stupid.)