The six

There are at least six girls I’m not going to list them off like some egotistical prick To prove something I never needed to in the first place I’m a mess There are six because I can’t trust one Six times as much joy and six times the pain Don’t feel pity for someone bringing the destruction to themselves With open arms and familiar conversations There are six because I’m six times lonelier than any other man There are six because I’m scared of losing five I deposit my feelings like bank transactions in separate accounts I hurt people to feel Out of control without a soul lost in eyes each color you could imagine Stuck with the six who probably have two or three Because no one wants to be stuck with me