When did pursuing the easiest woman become the most exciting?
When did the flashiest person in the room become the most interesting?
Where did all the women go who like to leave a little to the imagination?
And where did the curious men go who were willing to dig deep to figure these women out?
How did sex become the most valuable thing a person could offer?
When did I stop seeing him for who he is?
When did I stop asking “who am I?”
I long for someone to really look at me and try to figure me out.
I wish I could hold my own attention in that way too.