Every week I got a new man
In the palm of my hand
Over the phone
I sit and talk with them
Telling them about my dreams
My future plans
I invite them out on dates
Go out for dinner
To go see a movie
We exchange a few kisses
Then after we call it a night
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Every week I got a new man
They lay In the crevices of my right hand
I call them beautiful
I tell them that their the one for me
2 lovers under the fig tree
I call them constantly
I’m to obsessive
A behavior I’m trying to change
I kind of crazy, going a little insane
My right brain trying to calm me down
But the endorphins drown my logical thoughts out
I want to be loved
Even just for a night
I’ll dance with the thought of them in my brain
Under the made up blue lights
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Every week I got a new man
We share some cigrates as I tell them my future plans
We talk about going on fun dates
And moving into together
We face time all day and send little cute voice notes
We trade pictures like Pokemon cards
Who ever can collect the most wins
It’s all a fun little child’s game
I should know better
Being 20 and all
But instead I’m like a love sick puppy
Wanting all the attention and adornment
Wanting to be cherished
Not matter who’s hands I hold
Lacking discernment in who’s the right one
Lacking direction as we kiss under the sun
I understand your my boy of the week
That your not the right fit for me
But I let the delusional whimsy fall apon my doorstep
I just want someone to hold me
No matter the mess left behind
I’ll fall into...