Maybe it was genetically embedded
Maybe it was psychologically developed
Maybe it was social pressure
Maybe it was just a bad soul
I don't know which one of these is the reason
For my incessant need to find comfort in anyone that throws a good word my way
Falling so hard
Bending over backwards
Swallowing pride
Forgetting values
Just to be told
Just to hear it
For them I would do anything
For them I am nothing more than a good fuck
I am their ego boost, I am their self esteem, I am temporary, disposable
They are the love of my life, my everything, my constant thought
Everyone of them
Until they forget me
Then I feel helpless, alone, dirty
So I look until I can find another one that I can charm that I can make fall in love with me
Knowing full well, they will fall out of love as easy as they fell
But still, for reasons unknown I keep giving myself to them
Again
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