You have this thing,
You crave attention.

You wonder around,
Jumping with praises,

But you see,
You don’t crave that attention from everyone.

You crave it from guys.

Compliments are your drug,
Being fake is your weapon.

You want them to want you.
You trap them in your charm.

After a while,
You leave them behind.

Taking a piece of their hearts
With you.