What you really want is to find that one girl,
You'd make her feel special; she'd mean the world.
You're much deeper than you care to appear,
Much more than just an oversexed man-whore
You float in and out of life aimlessly,
Though the world never lives up to what it should be.
And you have so many hours left to kill,
Before everything you want can be fulfilled.
I've become a cynical and bitter shell,
Letting myself feel makes my world melt into a tortuous hell.
I've been used by majority of whom I've dated,
Inevitably left victimized and jaded.
My stomach clenches at his ever present memory,
Ever single day and his images don't fade.
I've never truly missed anyone before,
I was surprised to find that it actually, physically hurts.
Compulsively, you and I begin an empty kiss,
We fall together in a bed of meaninglessness.
I have things to forget;
You have time to waste.
We do so in the most human way.