I'm the practice girl.

Though I try not to , guys keep on giving me false hope,

to end up breaking my heart.

 

Either they only want me because I seem so easy,

or nothing ends up to spark in between.

Many say “Your such a nice girl” and that “You should be with someone”

, if only they knew how much that hurts me.

I dont want to hear empty “ I love you”s.

 

I have been used to get an ex back.

Many have asked to be friends with benefits.

Toxic men disguise themselves to be the perfect man.

Strangers come out of nowhere throwing flattery blindly.

Our minds lie to our eyes with the hope of a lifetime of love,

for it to end up to die like a spark.  

 

It feels like my heart has become trapped in a frozen cage,

like the winter mornings, I so bitterly hate.

Encased in snow and ice, like winter air traping your lungs.

Is loving me so treacherous, like going in the snow with nothing but your heart in hand.

Am I just something that may be pretty to look at and to break like icicles.

I guess all I can do is wait and hope that my icy cage will melt away,

in the spring of honest love.

 

Though it may never come, no longer will I be the practice girl.

My dreams will fill that void in my heart.

Their so much closer, I can feel them on my fingertips.

I hope one day I may share my life but for now,

I’ll live my life for me.