where did the moon go?

nineteen. -

make up your mind.
i can't promise any longer i'll be kind.
do you want me here or there?
because my heart won't in two places tear,
for do you want me more?
how can i ever be sure,
that you will act, in the morn,
the way that you acted the day before?
you want me today,
but i know it is nothing but a play
on my heart, for you don't truly want me,
you only want matters of my body.
my body is not for you to grab,
it would much sooner get in a cab
than into bed with you,
because i know that's all you want to do.
just you wait,
my appearance will only grow higher in rate,
these ugly braces, off they will come
and new glasses, that will make you run
back to me
with too many apologies
and a promise to forget
what you chose that night you met
her to talk, to kiss, to hold,
whatever you did, i don't want to know.
soon you will see that i
had much more to offer than you saw at that time
you will cry and beg for me to take you back
but it will be too late, for my forgetting guys like you has become an easy knack.