I’ve spent many years living in lust,
chasing after an empty feeling
disappointments were a regular treat
a long line of failed attempts at love
stained my cheeks. I fought so hard to keep
something that was only real in my naïve mind
it was embarrassing the many times
I went back, craving more out of nothing
I was truly convinced, “Mr. Right” was right
around the corner with only missed calls
and unanswered texts coming from my end
of the line; like a fool, I ignored all the obvious
signs of being played and used
to get to the next level.