'Y/N.'
I'm tired of falling in love the moment I look at my phone screen,
As I fell everytime for the boys that I've seen,
Sometimes I wonder,am I really attracted to men?
Or I fell in love with the ideas of the perfect man?
Love the way they caress my skin,
And also their gaze,"I love you" as a hint,
When I snapped out of my dreams to reality,
I just realised it was not beautiful as it should be.
My parents told me I should find a man in real life,
How can I,they let me down,both bad boys and the nice guys,
Let me just imagining how pretty this life can be,
If my fictional boys existed without knowing me.
tamat.
-2020
