I am good enough to ****.

But not good enough to love.

I am good enough for now.

But not good enough for tomorrow.

Our generation normalizes casual ***.

We are "down to ****" after just one text.

Two consenting adults may not be wrong.

But it is beyond that night we must think on.

She may have felt beautiful for a moment.

He may have felt good for a second.

But tomorrow morning when she wakes up.

Tomorrow morning when he wakes up.

She will feel like she is trash.

He will know it wasn't meant to last.

It is emotionally damaging for the people involved.

So they seek more comfort thinking the pain will be solved.

Insecurity is like a disease.

And when spread among lovers it's harder to seize.

Soon enough we are a disease ridden youth,

Soon enough we must face the truth.

The world is a ****** up place

Humans are a fxcked up race.