Fun

Fun.

That’s what he said.

“I think you're fun, but I don't feel like we're a very compatible match, I enjoyed hanging out but it doesn't feel like what I'm looking for, sorry!

Never is, but I’m fun! So it is what it is.

Do not be sorry for being like the rest.

“You’re fun and I like the attention you give me, but it’ll never develop into something past that. ”

To chase the prince who is truly a rat.

But you're fun, so at least there’s that.

“You’re fun and we had a good time, but I’m not looking for something serious. right now."

Right now.

That is always the trick.

A failed Houdini, that's what it is.

But tricks are fun, so that’s what truly matters.

“You’re fun, let’s do this again.”

Fun.

Where it begins and it ends.

Fun.

Because there’s all there ever is.

Fun.

Fun, it’s fun to wait for a response.

Fun, it’s fun to always stay on watch. Fun to always wait for what’s next.

“You’re fun, but I don’t want you to get the wrong idea.”

It’s never fun to get the right idea.

Fun is what some want.

Fun is what most know nothing of.

Fun.

It’s never fun to wonder.

It’s never fun to wander and wander.

Wander as you’re undressed.

Wonder through your insecurities, after it is done and nothing is said.

Fun.

Fun to sit still.

Your thoughts needing to be distilled.

Fun.

Fun to be fooled.

Fun to be willing and ruled.

Fun to know what you always know.

From point A to B to point C.

“See you later,” you read.

Over and over and over you repeat.

It’s not fun at all, to repeat your feelings of duty.

But hey, you've got a nice booty!

Pay it forward to those who pay with crumbs of attention.

Eagerly awaiting your redemption.

Fun.

You always deliver.

“Fun,” they say.

"It’d be more fun if you could stay."

A bed too small.

Feelings of cramped and stank.

They want you gone. Get up and scram!

Fun.

Fun is what they choose to see.

Fun.

Fun to lay in bed, and think of what you’ve reaped.

Perhaps what your relatives, your parents, what they said to you separately but somehow collectively, perhaps it is true.

You are fun and easy so why bother thinking of you past a night of pleasing.

Fun.

It’s fun to be pleased.

It's fun to be easy.

Even a little bit sleazy.

“You are fun but a mess.”

Fun, the bill only you seem to fit.

Fun, your substantial tid bit.

Fun.

Fun where it begins and where it ends.

Fun.

The only worth life will extend.

Take it for what it is.

Fun to lay in bed, a mess.

Fun to scroll through social media, bored and cold.

Fun to swipe left and swipe right, reminiscent of the beginning.

Fun to look at the time and a new day, every thought spinning.

Fun to know, "It is what it is."

Fun.

Fun to be so undressed.

By those who know less and less and less.

Fun.

Fun for those with so little investing.

Fun to be a robot.

Fun for them to taste between sweet, sour, and something store-bought.

Fun for them to act full of desire.

Fun for them to make you forget the fire.

Fun to get burned.

Never, but you know better.

Or so your friends say.

"You know they won't stay."

They want what the flesh has to offer.

Before it rots with remorse.

Fun at old age is never in their discourse.

Fun.

Fun ends like it begins. Paying little to no attention.

Quick and easy, devoid of serious intention.

You know what you're getting into.

That's what everyone says.

Fun.

The price you will always pay.

With absolutely nothing to gain.

Fun.