When I saw your post, I looked at my clock: 1:47 AM. It's Valentines Day!
Although it is Valentine's Day, your poem speaks to a phenomenon that goes on throughout the year: broken hearts. Disappointments.
It's kind of interesting: I was just chatting with a good friend of mine who's story echoes your poem. Though I wouldn't say she's "living life on many men's beds," I would think that most of the rest of your poem describes some aspect of her life.
My question is, Why do some women repeatedly allow this to happen to them?
As a side note, one thing I would advise it to have an attribution for your image. Some people like to see that.
okay sir thanks for the pointers will do that ...appreciated. The poetry is a about a real person though
i really cant say why they do that to themselves they say they want a good guy but still go for the bad despite seeing the signs of impending doom ahead and they never listen to your warning no matter how much you try they are blinded by the thrills and dangerous adventures they easily mistaken passion for love.