All The Time Poem by Jack Hasler

It seems to happen all the time,
It must be a flaw of mine.
I always meet them slightly late,
That special girl I wish to date.
When I saw that first girl,
My heart did a sort of whirl.
She was super pretty and nice,
But I was too afraid to roll the dice.
Then she found a guy for of her own,
Now I’m in that hated zone.
And I could not believe it when,
It happened to me again.
They lied to me and I was tricked,
It led to a nasty conflict.
That time at the park was a waste,
From that hell I did race.
I did find help in an unlikely source,
And my English friend of course.
I think for my heart to mend
This poem must come to an end.
But there still is question I ask is why,
Is there always another guy?