Random poem

So I wrote this terrible poem last year. I am going to share it here because this is a writing blog/thing. I hope you enjoy.

2:50 am poem

These choices are shit.
They want a live action sex doll.
Oh wait I lie.
They want a good woman.[sic]
Nope they lie.
They don’t want you, they want her.
They want someone else but will settle for you.
Oh wait, there I go again being emotionally unavailable.
Your thinking too deep.
You just meet them.
Give ’em a chance
Nope.
They made it clear.
“You ain’t going to suck my dick, tonight?”
“No”.
“Mmmm”
Two weeks no text,  no call, nothing they don’t exist.
Random text 3am.
“You up?”
You blocked.
I am not your personal sex toy.