mundane

I’m looking for a boy
Who needs a little help
Always been addicted
To a victim
More screwed up than me
For it helps me to forget
All we regret
I love the heart break
Of romance
I love their bittersweet dependence
When I’m just there for them
Oh all these egocentric men
With mouths to feed
With hearts to bleed
And leave littered with the promises
Never to be filled
I love their lonely deep brown eyes
When all in mine is tears to cry
I love the drama
All that’s left is now
Mundane.