I dare to be labeled a *****. A **** who enjoys nothing more than the idea of being loved. My lovers never fall, they're shoved. Pushed, until they become a bore.
The next assumes the one before left my heart in need of a cure. Imitations of their beloved I dare to be.
Attempts to decipher my core. Believing my true essence wore. Believing that I'm somehow above my defensive portrayal of this taboo label of a *****. I dare to be.