You go through life, day to day, week to week, girl to girl.
Leaving footprints everywhere you walk, you bid absolutely no attention to the undeserving casualties you leave behind.
All the while every last kiss, and every broken heart, means nothing to you, nothing at all.
Most girls, in fact every girl, is just another skirt to you.

Because you know that a little bit further down the road,
there will stand, another desperate, easy, and hopeless being waiting for her short time to be your every thought, dream, and wish,
she’d kill to be your everything, even though it will inevitably end, because its always the same with you,
you’ll leave her, and she’ll never cross your mind again.
because before long, you’ll have another girl, wrapped around your finger,
doing whatever she can to keep you for more than fifteen seconds.

God, you’ve even go me tied up in this stupid charade of yours,
expecting and hoping and praying that one day, part of your heart, and a few seconds of your time will be mine.
There’s not an hour that goes by, that my mind isn’t surrounded by thoughts of you,
that one day, somehow, i could be the one you want, i could be the one that wakes up in your arms each morning, i could be the one that you’re in love with.
It makes me sick to think that after what we’ve gone through i could lose you, lose my everything.

I know the unfathomable number of girls you’ve shuffled through, must feel mutually.
They feel used, alone, hopeless, empty, and broken, holding on to their memories of you just barely.
Enough that a thin string of hope remains in their hearts.
That maybe, none of it was real, and that they haven’t lost their chance, not just yet.

So, my only wish is that whoever, whatever is up in the sky watching over us,
watches over any girl, and every girl
that has ever been heart broken, cheated on, played, or hurt by a guy.
because theres nothing worse than the way a guy like this can make you feel,
just walking out, like you never meant anything to them in the first place

Its… okay.

I didn’t read it as a poem, it’s to wordy and there isn’t any clear definition between the stanzas.
You need to consider tying rhyme in a bit, and cutting out the words that aren’t necessary.

There doesn’t seem to be any kind of rhythm to it, that’s something else that needs fixing.

i know calorie deficit and surplus would make sense, but lets say im getting a sufficient supply of protein and lifting weights? i have 3 whey protein shakes a day, along with 4 eggs egg whites ,a skinless chicken breasts almonds, and lots of fat free milk.

yes you can but you have to balance it out.
If you’re training to gain muscle, you will need to do less cardio training. Too much cardio can actually hamper your muscle gain by slowing recovery and burning up calories that your body needs for the process of building muscle.

So what you need to do is eat a lot of calories so your body has a lot of energy to go off of. Lift weights with your normal routine. But your going to have to change up your cardio. When i’m tryin to gain muscle, my cardio consists of short times/distances. I like to use a bike. A lot of times i go 4 60X60 which is 60 seconds of tension up goin hard and 60 seconds of rest. i do about 4 30X30. Then i throw in a couple 2 minute drills, which is 1o seconds on and off without touching the tension. use any variation of times you want (20X40 30/30 30/60 60/60)

Go as hard as you can when your supposed to.

You go through life, day to day, week to week, girl to girl.
Leaving footprints everywhere you walk, you bid absolutely no attention to the undeserving casualties you leave behind.
All the while every last kiss, and every broken heart, means nothing to you, nothing at all.
Most girls, in fact every girl, is just another skirt to you.

Because you know that a little bit further down the road,
there will stand, another desperate, easy, and hopeless being waiting for her short time to be your every thought, dream, and wish,
she’d kill to be your everything, even though it will inevitably end, because its always the same with you,
you’ll leave her, and she’ll never cross your mind again.
because before long, you’ll have another girl, wrapped around your finger,
doing whatever she can to keep you for more than fifteen seconds.

God, you’ve even go me tied up in this stupid charade of yours,
expecting and hoping and praying that one day, part of your heart, and a few seconds of your time will be mine.
There’s not an hour that goes by, that my mind isn’t surrounded by thoughts of you,
that one day, somehow, i could be the one you want, i could be the one that wakes up in your arms each morning, i could be the one that you’re in love with.
It makes me sick to think that after what we’ve gone through i could lose you, lose my everything.

I know the unfathomable number of girls you’ve shuffled through, must feel mutually.
They feel used, alone, hopeless, empty, and broken, holding on to their memories of you just barely.
Enough that a thin string of hope remains in their hearts.
That maybe, none of it was real, and that they haven’t lost their chance, not just yet.

So, my only wish is that whoever, whatever is up in the sky watching over us,
watches over any girl, and every girl
that has ever been heart broken, cheated on, played, or hurt by a guy.
because theres nothing worse than the way a guy like this can make you feel,
just walking out, like you never meant anything to him in the first place

….this is so painful to read and so sad, only because I’ve been there myself many times and is what caused me to lose faith in trusting men in general. This should be published in a magazine because it would hit home with a lot of women who blame themselves for being the failure in their relationships….when it was the partner they chose all along who was just a player. Very well written.

You go through life, day to day, week to week, girl to girl.
Leaving footprints everywhere you walk, you bid absolutely no attention to the undeserving casualties you leave behind.
All the while every last kiss, and every broken heart, means nothing to you, nothing at all.
Most girls, in fact every girl, is just another skirt to you.

Because you know that a little bit further down the road,
there will stand, another desperate, easy, and hopeless being waiting for her short time to be your every thought, dream, and wish,
she’d kill to be your everything, even though it will inevitably end, because its always the same with you,
you’ll leave her, and she’ll never cross your mind again.
because before long, you’ll have another girl, wrapped around your finger,
doing whatever she can to keep you for more than fifteen seconds.

God, you’ve even go me tied up in this stupid charade of yours,
expecting and hoping and praying that one day, part of your heart, and a few seconds of your time will be mine.
There’s not an hour that goes by, that my mind isn’t surrounded by thoughts of you,
that one day, somehow, i could be the one you want, i could be the one that wakes up in your arms each morning, i could be the one that you’re in love with.
It makes me sick to think that after what we’ve gone through i could lose you, lose my everything.

I know the unfathomable number of girls you’ve shuffled through, must feel mutually.
They feel used, alone, hopeless, empty, and broken, holding on to their memories of you just barely.
Enough that a thin string of hope remains in their hearts.
That maybe, none of it was real, and that they haven’t lost their chance, not just yet.

So, my only wish is that whoever, whatever is up in the sky watching over us,
watches over any girl, and every girl
that has ever been heart broken, cheated on, played, or hurt by a guy.
because theres nothing worse than the way a guy like this can make you feel,
just walking out, like you never meant anything to him in the first place

Make it about the women and not the speaker, explore that.

You go through life, day to day, week to week, girl to girl.
Leaving footprints everywhere you walk, you bid absolutely no attention to the undeserving casualties you leave behind.
All the while every last kiss, and every broken heart, means nothing to you, nothing at all.
Most girls, in fact every girl, is just another skirt to you.

Because you know that a little bit further down the road,
there will stand, another desperate, easy, and hopeless being waiting for her short time to be your every thought, dream, and wish,
she’d kill to be your everything, even though it will inevitably end, because its always the same with you,
you’ll leave her, and she’ll never cross your mind again.
because before long, you’ll have another girl, wrapped around your finger,
doing whatever she can to keep you for more than fifteen seconds.

God, you’ve even go me tied up in this stupid charade of yours,
expecting and hoping and praying that one day, part of your heart, and a few seconds of your time will be mine.
There’s not an hour that goes by, that my mind isn’t surrounded by thoughts of you,
that one day, somehow, i could be the one you want, i could be the one that wakes up in your arms each morning, i could be the one that you’re in love with.
It makes me sick to think that after what we’ve gone through i could lose you, lose my everything.

I know the unfathomable number of girls you’ve shuffled through, must feel mutually.
They feel used, alone, hopeless, empty, and broken, holding on to their memories of you just barely.
Enough that a thin string of hope remains in their hearts.
That maybe, none of it was real, and that they haven’t lost their chance, not just yet.

So, my only wish is that whoever, whatever is up in the sky watching over us,
watches over any girl, and every girl
that has ever been heart broken, cheated on, played, or hurt by a guy.
because theres nothing worse than the way a guy like this can make you feel,
just walking out, like you never meant anything to him in the first place

I taught middle school and high school music for 34 years. EVERY SINGLE KID had notebooks full of this stuff – meandering, self-indulgent stuff that THEY had the arrogance to think was *poetry*. Nice to know you are normal – and average.