The pain and shame of emotional need...

And in the morning he’ll regret

Bedding her for a stupid bet,

Taken on in a drunken haze;

Such are selfish teenage ways.

Whilst the girl, as she gets dressed,

Acknowledges the ease of his conquest

Accepting a truth she cannot duck

That to him she was just a meaningless fuck.

And when the lads meet up tonight

He’ll tell them that she didn’t put up a fight

Regret forgotten, he’ll stand and brag

Of how easy it was to screw that slag.

Crying herself, again, to sleep

In her shame and loneliness she’ll weep

For allowing herself again to be used.

Craving love, but settling for being abused.

The End

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