Where Are My Girls At?

This one is for the girl you can take home to mom, but won't because its easier to be around with a whore than work on a relationship

This is for the girls who have been led on by words and kisses and touches, all of which were either only true for the moment, or never real to begin with.

This is for the girls who have allowed a guy into their head and heart and bed, only to discover that he's just not ready, he's just not over "her", he's just not looking to be tied down.

This is for the girls who believe the excuses because it's easier to believe that it's not that they don't want you, it's that they don't want anyone.

This is for the girls who have had their hearts broken and their hopes dashed by someone too selfish to have cared in the first place.

This is for the nights spent dissecting every word and syllable and inflection in his speech, for the nights when you've returned home alone, for the nights when you've seen him from across the room leaning a little too close, or standing a little too near, or talking a little too softly to that girl he's with just to be an "old friend".

This is for the girls who never told them it was their baby because of the fear that it would tear them apart even more - for the girls who have to live every day with the pain of losing that baby whether she chose to or not.

This is for the nights his dog died or his grandmother died or his little brother crashed his car and you held him, thinking that if you only comforted him just right, said the right words, or rubbed his back in the right way then perhaps he'd realize what it was that he already had.

This is for the night you realized that it couldn't happen, and the sunrise you saw the next morning after falling to sleep.

This is for the "I really like you, so let's still be friends" comment & this is for realizing that when you choose friends, you hardly choose those which make you cry yourself to sleep.

This is for the girls who have been used and abused, who have settled for what he was giving because at least he was giving something.

This is for the stupidity of the nights we've believed that something was better than nothing, though his something was nothing we'd have ever wanted.

This is for the hugs you've received from your girlfriends, for the nights they've reassured you that you are beautiful and that you are truly worthy of a great guy.

This is for the regret you’ve felt as you sat in the aftermath of your tears, knowing that at night the only companionship you'd have was with a pillow.

It's sad and I'm sorry to say but this is soo true.. *sigh*