I’m a habitual lover of boys
with wry smiles, that lie and have good sense in style.
Though I know their intent is only to defile,
I’m the only one who ends up on trial, for debate.
No boy just wants to take me on dates without at least getting to second base.
I don’t want love if it’s easy.
I don’t like boys that are overly cheesy, don’t say things just to please me. I want love only if it’s hard to find and nearly impossible to attain, I want love only if it runs naturally  through my veins.
I want love only if love wants me in return, because I learn to force love will only leave you burned.