Oh baby, you’re not my type

I prefer my women with a little more…..

And my men with just a little more….

and whatever it is, it has to be intense.

I want a moment and a memory

that stings me when I’m old.

and when I lose my mind

and I’m speaking in rhyme

I want to pluck it from the tale of time

and shiver as it passes over me one more time.

I want the imprint of a kiss

and I need this aggression

to make an impression

and stain me and cut me,

reshape me.

and when I’ve gone crazy and I’m burping up stars

I want to trace and regress to when I received all these scars.

and I’ll never be alone with all the ghosts that I’ve made.

and I’m sorry to see you’ve not got a fire in you.

Nothing but a dying ember glowing in your eyes.

Not a flicker of pain nor a moment of shame filling your heart.

And I cannot stress this enough,

you’re a good man,

and you’ll never break my heart.

And I cannot go another day

without the touch of the bad ones

who want to tear me apart.


Author: doing2016

I started writing when I was very young. Then I was mortified on a bus full of people when one of my stories was read aloud. I lost my focus and quit. Now, I'm trying to find my voice and my ambition. I love to write, good or bad. So, I'm doing it here and now. Thank you.

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