Hopeless Romantic

This is how my "love" life goes. It repeats itself.

Every chance I get, I take. I’m not scared of the consequences, because I’m thirsty for more. It feels good and it fills me up. With every guy that doesn’t even know me, deep enough, to the depths of me, I want to give them something that’s so precious to me. But then I ask myself, is it worth it? If I do this, I can’t get it back. Is he even worth it? Does he even truly love me? I never ask this enough. Dumb enough to let my guards down, and not following my intuition. I do know better, but I do it anyway. Fooling myself that I do love him. But not wondering if he loves me back. I fall all the time. Ending up hurt in the end, and never really having the “love” that I truly deserve. Settling for less, hoping it could get better. But it never really does. He leaves, not feeling any less, or having any feelings for me. I’m stuck in the past, dreading, and drenched in my tears.