Too often I find myself crying over someone not worthy of my tears.
There have been too many days I have spent in bed because of someone who only wanted me to be in there's, but they didn't mean it.
I have spent way to many nights staring at my ceiling wondering why I'm not good enough to love.
And I find myself in public places because none of them know that no one is in love with me.
And they don't care.
I spend day after day wondering why I should have to worry about love at such a young age.
It has been embedded into our skulls from the get go to find someone to love you, or you will end up alone.
Maybe that's why I end up in so many strangers beds, because possibly one of them will end up loving me for more than just sex, because I know that I don't have good looks.
I know that I don't have a jaw dropping body.
And I sure as hell know that no one is attracted to my personality.
I always end up in the back seat of my car moaning another persons name because it's the only time I ever feel wanted.
For what?
Another body to count?
Another person to blame?
Another mouth to kiss?
Another soul to claim?
