Mr. Right

I used to laugh
at the thought of Mr. Right.
This unknown man
that I'd love with all my might.
For years & years
boys have lined up at my door.
Hoping for the chance
that after them there'd be no more.
But no, not I
that's not who I am.
I'll use you & abuse you
then leave for a new man.
I don't like strings
you can't tie me down.
Trying is waste
in the end you'll only look like a clown.
But this game of mine
is beginning to get old.
With the same tired boys
who are so easily controlled.
They love my body
my smile, my eyes.
Never once questioning
whether my words are lies.
But no longer do I
wish to continue this shame.
I'm ready for Mr. Right
to start playing the game.