All of the men in my life have given me a ticket on the same flight <br />of life in plight. What a fool I am to accept the men with no love in them. The vacation I tend with all of the men that I always defend <br />even after we end, what a fool I am to always pretend that my loving them would change anything about my treatment by them. <br /> <br />I never seem to count the cost of each part of me I've lost. Trying to stay in relationships that should have never began as though I owed it to them, was the sin that caused my heart to be singed. I thought by loving with all that was inside of me they would see the beauty within
