They gave me there heart.
I gave them what they where looking for on the long run.
Lust.
I never wanted to be like this
Sex addict.
Running around different girls part time.
No different from her who spread her legs like it was charity fund.
I walk in, put it down in between passing periods or during classes.
That little time I'll leave her wanting me more then she needs me.
I never cared who watched, or who saw
All the girls where mesmerized by what I did, and how I left them.
The boys wondered if it was normal, to mess around with those amount girls and still not be fazed by it.
The answer is no, it's not. It's a curse to have this ability.
I wanted to feel what I'm doing, but to these girls it was nothing to me.
Just another good fuck, that wont even get me off one.
As it comes I hated being me during this time.
They gave me their heart, but I used them to numb my pain.
They where a drug.
They where nothing special.
They where nothing to me.
But I took their heart.
I took their innocence.
I took away their trust.
Now they are the same as me.
Sex addicts.
But they only come around for me.
They say they love me.
But I know it's a lie.
They just want it the same way as always.
I dont want to be like this.
I hate this side of me.
Because this side ruined so much.
I ruined more lives then I can count.
So save me your pity.
I'm no better then her.
Im a monster.
Im your drug.
Im your addiction.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry : A King's Poverty
PoesíaA description of a king is almost defined by the way there Kingdom is perceive "Perfect" Nobody knows that, the ruler of the Land wears two crowns with two different coronation, One crown is for his might, the other is the side he never shows. As yo...
