the thing about you is that
you take, take, take,
and never give a single thing
in return.   i thought maybe
i could change you and
make you into the kind of guy
who loves girls unconditionally,
but it's always the same
thing: me picking up my clothes
and my pride off the floor
after you've gotten what
you wanted from me,
and trying to fill myself
with the slightest hope that
you might change your ways
next time.   and believe me,
no matter what i tell myself,
there will be a next time.
(i couldn't exactly tell you why
i keep coming back for more.)