As the street lights passed by
and the cool air brushed through my cheeks
beneath the surface of chit chats,
a thought formed in my head.
I could never trust guys.
They are never faithful,
they are always after sex: after our bodies
Touching us, wanting our love
for the sake of it.
Men are either weak
that you could never expect them to do anything.
Or they could be so weak
that you could expect them to rely on your body to stroke their ego.
There is either a faithful wimp
or a tactful jerk.
It is so obvious,
with the way you act,
that you are the latter.
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