Fuckboy.
I daydream of finding them:
My perfect fuck boys
Not one, not two
But many
Four would be heaven
Maybe seven
One for each day
My dream
My desert oasis.
But it’s so hard, baby
Just met you and already
Your narcissistic ass
Talking about yourself
For fucking hours.
Talked to another yesterday
Moving slower than winter
Can’t even remember
Sunday guy’s name
Weird as fuck
Ghost of his ex
Sitting there with us
Third wheel made of trauma.
Got a date tonight
But he’s so flaky
Like cheap pastry
Crumbling before we meet.
Yet I’m a dreamer
Peace on Earth
Love for all
Unicorns and rainbows
But damn, baby
Can’t find a single one
All I want is someone
To skip the small talk
And just fuck
Fuck fuck fuck
All night long
No intro needed
No life story required.
Just be:
Nice
Chill
Smart
Sweet
Kinky as hell
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And shut up.
Let’s start with one
Jump straight to bed
Drink wine
Play my playlist
Smoke together
No hugging
No tomorrow
No bullshit
I need just one
(Okay, maybe four)
One for each weekday
Fuck all weekend
Vaporwave floating
Through empty rooms
Fall asleep alone
As you leave
’Cause you won’t see
Me tomorrow
Got someone else lined up
Can’t recall his name
Just know he’s into pissing.
You can go now
My Saturday mistake
But baby, it’s been rough
All I found is you
Fucking narcissist deluxe
Talking about your podcast
Your crypto
Your startup dreams
Your gym routine
Your meditation app.
The rest are worse:
Trauma dumpers
Mama’s boys
Reddit incels
Finance bros
Polyamory preachers
Self-help gurus
Fake spirituals
Wannabe DJs.
Oh well, world’s fucked up
Am I asking too much?
Just want someone
Without the drama
Is that so hard?
