Line Up

Michelle Jenne

August 29, 2011

In my head I visualized a line up

One, two, three each man alike

They held numbers, no need for names

Every boy I saw was just the same

Each quality they possessed was pointless when

Every one of them claimed to love me

Then each one left me hurt, afraid, and alone

Four, five, six each one standing like stone

What’s the point in dating some more?

Seven, eight, nine still stuck in a line

They stalk you, then use you, then leave

Again, I try not to cry as my heart bleeds

Ten, eleven, twelve men I have kissed

At one time I enjoyed the touch on my lips

Now I’d rather die than be lied to again

Once they’re your lover, they’re never your friend

Twelve, eleven, ten, nine, eight, seven, six

Different heights, same pick-up tactics

Five, four, three, two, one, zero men

Could ever treat me like I’m worth it to them