i'll call you sometime

2/18/18 ((I don't usually fw rhymes but every now and then I give it a shot))

I try my hardest not to cling
As I’m told all too often, ‘it’s just a fling.’
Alas, cling I do, quite akin to Saran
Then I watch them flee as fast as they can
They just want pleasure and I’m eager to please
Even if it means calluses on my knees
I imagine it’s nice to wait
Until the 3rd or 4th date
To be adored for how you express yourself
Instead of urged to quickly undress yourself
Is it simply that my personality’s bland
That my skin is pale rather than tanned
Why am I seen as nothing more
Than just another one night stand
I’m used and tossed aside like a burnt-out cigarette
Doomed to forever be a drunken mistake and a sober regret