The Empty Cycle

Those nights when I can't sleep

I've grown to hate those nights.

They used to bring me comfort.

Comfort turned to pain

And then one night

There was nothing.

I was just......empty.

I just wanted to......feel

Something

Anything

Pleasure

Pain

It's funny that both go hand in hand.

So, I become the girl that every guy wants

Even if it's only for the night.

With my face covered 

And my assets playing peek a boo

I close my eyes and sway to the rhythm 

Until I feel the wanting hand of a stranger 

Upon my body

And I follow him to fulfill his desire

And for a moment I feel. 

My emptiness is replaced with pleasure

But soon after

When he gathers his clothes

And all that is left is the memory

There comes the pain.

Another guy who couldn't handle my crazy is gone.

But at least I feel........something

Even if it is pain.

Now that the sun is up and smiling

So am I

Until the darkness of the night returns.

The empty cycle begins again. 

Krista McCuistion.