MY CURSE

I am never his first choice

Am always the one left behind

Am always great for the hookups

Never good enough for the long run

It's not the first time, not even the second

When do I learn to accept faith

It was never meant for me to be happy

The sooner I realise the more at ease I would feel

Emotions are easy to feel

First fuck buddies

Then Friends

Now it's complicated

Aren't they all tired of these complications?

Aren't I?

As I write the tears won't stop flowing

My heart breaks a million pieces over

Every hurt being replayed over

I am dying, maybe dead

I need a doctor to bring me back to Life.

This time I could be his first choice...

Yours Truly

Joey D damsel