It's so sad when some guys only make you feel so beautiful and loved when they want something from you. They sweet talk you and make you feel important to them. And hidden underneath all of that lovely bullshit is something compleatly different from what you're feeling. You open up and trust them because that's what they said they wanted from you. And once they get you at their house, in their bed, in their arms, you feel butterflies and you remember why you listen to your heart instead of your mind. Then they start to kiss you, and run their hands all over your body. Making you nervous but you let it happen because you wanted it to. And then you find yourself naked beside them, confused because now you get this uneasy feeling. Maybe you'll cry. Because, maybe now he won't care as much. Maybe he'll just act like a friend the rest of the time and kiss you once in a while, instead of the million times when he finally had you in his arms again. And sadly, that's exactly what ends up happening. You are no longer something for him to look forward to. He was just using you to satisfy a temporary need. Then you're left there, feeling a little broken. Because even though your mind prepared you for dissapointment, you still hoped in your heart that you would be good enough for them. And now you're stuck. Should you hate them? Or yourself? Hate them using you? Or yourself for letting it happen? I choose both.
