All that I seem to attract are horny losers that think,

Since I got raped when I was little I must be

E A S Y

And I always seem to prove them right.

Searching for love I open my legs watching as they,

U

N

Z

I

P

their jeans.

I close my eyes and wait till its over,

the whole thing as painful and wrong as the first.

But that's love right?

Wrong.

Because once they've had enough its

"Fuck you whore."

And I'm alone again,

Weeping,

over another loser.