"Why don't you like anyone? Let your hormones run wild! Live young while you can, it's ok to be a child."

Ask my again why I lack infatuation. These malignant young men need maturation.

They call it a crush, there's a reason, trust me I'm sure. It's destructive, it's toxic, it's flawed to the core.

The second I fall, or crumble, or slip; that's the day the time bomb, the dormant suffering wire is tripped.

The pointless pain from boys driven by ***, when I'm repulsed they'll just become another ex.

Why ask for pain when he gives you a glance? Why sit there and beg for just a chance?

You'll never love him, nor will he, you;
You'll just sit and wane and tell yourself it's not true.

I'm sorry it's blunt, but it's honest;
So before you let yourself love think on it.

~Kj