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.