women that love me
are afraid to speak
and women that speak
don't love me

and then there are
the few that despise me
and by few i mean
just under twenty

why the hell do we keep trying
with nothing but lies in our favor
desperate jet pilots bailing
with hearts void of love for the neighbor

and just when it gets worse, it'll get better,
right before anyone left there for you will be gone.
i am no more than what can be sent in a letter
i am no more than a few words in a bad poem