its repetitious,
whatever i have upon me,
it keeps on repeating, happening,
it is as if i'm a magnet,
one's lust magnet.
its repeating;
been kissed because he misses me,
been used because he loves me,
heck, been used for his lack of self-control,
now, what else do i have waiting in line?
why?
why does all guys i know can't control their lust?
especially when they're around me.
scarves wrapped around my head or not,
loose shirts or not,
its still the same; it repeats, all the time,
until i reach the point where i am not surprised of it anymore.
will i ever meet a decent, nice guy?
will i ever be loved like the last time i was loved?
will i ever?
no one knows but fingers crossed.
