They fall in love with me
The broken ones
The ones desperate for love
Motherly love
Their initial attraction however
Is my wild and unruly
My will and misfittedness
My flittering ways, my sexy
It quickly turns
I’m sore for looking
Worse for my drinking
My hair shouldnt change, its like their mother’s
They need to possess me
Cling to my skirt hem
Put me down when they’re feeling had
I can’t even count them anymore
One just like the other
What personality, mine? They’ve none
Perhaps I dont know how to find or attract a healthier lover
I must look to them like the broken men
Do to me+
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