Here in my,
Candyland,
This Snickers Bar,
it satisfies,
but it certainly doesnt,
sustain.
Much like a man
who loves you, one summer,
but as winter comes,
he goes,
with the leaves.
I keep talking,
thinking, and
repeating,
"guys leave me."
like a baby,
with nothing to do but cry.
I have left,
my fair share,
broken hearts at least once.
And I'm about,
to do it again.