Let me start by saying this:
Relationships are anchors.
Sorry in advance.
I run through boys. Quick.
They just never really click.
They like the way I talk.
They like the way I walk.
The way I look.
They way I’ve shook
Them to their core.
Even then, they’re all a bore.
They don’t think I’m basic.
They know I’ll make them headsick.
They like that I don’t just fall at their feet.
They like to have to take the backseat.
Numb is beautiful, apparently.
I guess they dislike transparency.
They don’t want a girl that’s a doormat.
So, I guess, let’s run with that.
Oh, and I’m sorry is you were the last,
But sea of fish that’s waiting is vast.
Get running.
To all who have loved and unknowingly lost my game.