The boys I sleep with
Never speak to me again
Even though they promise me
Sometimes for months in advance
That of course they will
And they are so different
From those who came
(Then promptly left)
Before them

And I believe it
Every time
For I am the stupidest bastard I know
Because manipulation and cunning
Beat a fragile heart to a pulp
Every damn time

None of these boys ever loved me
I imagine they barely liked me at all
And to think
I've risked the love of Christ for theirs

11/11/2004

Author's Note: Oh God, this needs help. Im too hurt to do it right myself. Help me, please! :'(

Posted on 11/12/2004
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