Every boy i kiss is a poem waiting to happen and I'm the definition of being left. They really are all the same, some of them are just better pretenders if you ask me. Take boy #1 for example I spent five years trying to find something buried inside of him but in the end all I found was dust and empty words, maybe I really did waste my time but it's too late now. Now take boy #2 he never wanted me from the start. He was all bite and no bark, he was all passion but no love, he was all sweet but had not an ounce of compassion, he was everything I never wanted and yet I couldn't resist, although he taught me that my body is nobody's toy, nobody's temple,and nobody's property, except my own and in the end the only regret I have is the rush he gave me under my skin. Now take boy #3 he made me feel half alive, he brought back some light in my eyes however in the end it felt like I was on the brink of insanity he only taught me that even sunshine doesn't last long. Now take boy #4 he was a real gem, a master of disaster if you ask me. He made me believe in love again however he was quick to cut the cord and walk back to his past. I guess I learned even saints can be sinners sometimes.

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