I finally understand!
Your feelings are so clear
Like a children’s book.

You enjoy the chase
The fear of not getting
What you want.

Then you finally get it.

He tells you you’re beautiful.
He tells you he loves you.
He tells you what no one else says
To you.

You tell him he’s sweet.
You tell him you love him.
You tell him sweet nothings.

But that’s exactly what they mean.
You mean none of it.
Nothing.

You were using him.
That was your plot,
Your terrible scheme.

The chase full of teen adrenline
Soon ended.
But then he boosted your
So very low esteem.
So you kept him around
A little longer.

But then you got bored of him
After a few measly weeks.
He raised your spirits enough.
Time to move on.

But in a few months of tears
They’ll be someone else
You’ll chase
And use.

Save the broken hearts
And stick to Prozac.

At least it has no feelings
To damage
And burn.

But it still accomplishes
The same job
Of filling
Your need
To feel loved.