Memoirs of the Night

The Girl that was Always Liked

I am the girl that was always liked
But could never reach the end of the hike
Men could not help but be drawn
Yet their fondness does not even reach the end of the dawn

I have done nothing but to love
And like a fool, I allowed them to wear me like a glove
But when it no longer suit their taste
They cast me aside, so easy to be replaced

Then I realized, no one has truly loved me
They were drawn to a puddle of water but I was a vast sea
And bodies of water are bound to be polluted
Mine happened to be tainted from traumas so deeply rooted

Companionship was something I never craved for
As I was used to people walking out the door
Yet I could not help but wonder if I was originally like this
Or did I just grew accustomed to short-lived bliss