Why are you just like every other guy that I know?

This is more of an ode, to a guy that I used to talk to and occasionally had sex with.

Dedicated to the asshole who ruined my life.

You, You get so mad at me when I say all guys are the same. But look at you, you are just like everybody else. You care and then you don’t. You crave my body and fuck me until I am lost in you. Then you use me and belittle me and berate me and make me feel as if I’m the one who wanted to feel like this. You, you expect me to give you all I own, all that I am, all that I have worked so hard for. You expect me to give you my power, my pussy, my throne, my jewels, the one thing that I own.

Then you make me feel loved. You caress me and tell me there is no one but me. Out of the 6 billion people on the planet Earth, all you see is me. I feel so cared for. I feel unique, and then you use me. Again, and again, and again and again. I am just like a towel. So fresh and new when first used, but as I am torn from usage I become old and tattered. When we fuck and make love, I say… I say…I LOVE YOU. What do you say? You love me too? But how? I don’t believe you. I know you. I know who you are, and who you pretend to be? I know that you don’t mean it. You can’t love me.

So why do I choose you each and every time? Why do I choose to love you? Why did I choose you?