Maybe it's my daddy issues that make me pine over boys who will never reciprocate feelings past hookups.
Or maybe it's my self esteem that lets guys step all over me because that's what my head tells me I'm only good for.
I have a body made for sex but not love, pretty enough when someone is plastered but hit with regret when sober.
"You really fucked her?"
The girl with the killer rack but not a nice enough ass to tap.
Maybe this is why I crave to feel loved so bad,
to feel wanted for more then an hour at best.
YOU ARE READING
A Collection Of My Thoughts.
ŞiirAll poetry is mine. - - A gathering of my deepest thoughts and feelings compiled into one small book of poetry. trigger warning = (tw) - - Stay safe xx Logan
