She liked to fuck

 
She liked to fuck
He was a passionate lover
And then they came together
With love for one another

At least that was how he felt
For her, it wasn't the same
She just liked to have fun
To play the dating game

He gave her his heart
She took it, she liked it
It brought joy to the man
And it deepened his commitment

And then, it was over
That was it- he didn't get it
Their communication was cut off
And he couldn't get past it

He could find no closure
He wanted help from the girl
But she didn't want to help him
She wanted him out of her world

She didn't want to look back
And he never understood why
This made him worry more;
This made him cry

He wanted to care for her
As lover or friend
And he would always care for her
Right to the end

He decided he had to move on
He had sat around for to long
But he would always be left with the mystery
Of what went wrong

At times he thought it was easy
To just think that she was sleazy;
Just a horny girl
Who gave it up easy

Those thoughts made him sad
Those thoughts made him pout
Imagining other people
Making her orgasm, scream, and shout

Although,
He really didn't know
He didn't want to think of her as a hoe
But where did the kind and caring girl he knew go?

The question remained unanswered
And it would always be there
But no matter what she had done, or what she was doing, this man, this sad man, would always care
And he would always remember, how they would lay together, and how peaceful it was, to run his hands though her hair.