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the truth

the truth is

i fall

in love

with almost every

single girl

i meet,

 

the tall ones, the loud ones, the petite ones,

the heartless ones and the caring ones,

i'm vulnerable to

them all,

to the extent

that i even

surprise myself,

at times.

 

i can't help it,

and this is no

exaggeration.

 

 

my love for these women

is not immortal,

i can assure you of that.

it often transforms into

extreme hate and disgust,

i begin to loathe them

and soon

myself,

 

i'm a disease,

really.

 

 

whilst my love is genuine,

so is the pain

i will inevitably

suffer,

because of it.

 

at first, i become slowly obsessed,

my affection is exponential,

i say all the right things

and i'm often not

full of ****

i can close my eyes and picture

the next

6 years

with this girl,

my life is injected with

unsurpassed happiness,

and i plan never

to let them go,

its bliss.

 

but then,

something goes wrong.

always.

its normally minuscule-

a slight rejection,

a misinterpreted comment.

my expectations are set

too high,

i know it.

 

the cigarettes start,

the depression kicks in,

give me a beer

a joint,

my life seems so much

worse

than it is,

i know it.

 

i switch gears

and become

my worst

enemy,

i'll begin to ignore

her, give her the

cold shoulder,

my hate unjustly

grows,

i'm a monster.

 

her feelings are no longer

priority,

its all about me

and my sadness.

 

sometimes

its justified.

most of the time

its pathetic,

i know it.

 

but you see,

i'm an infectious parasite.

for some reason,

girls often respond

desirably

to my premature love,

but for another reason,

its the worst thing

that ever happened to them,

and me.

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