I wish you wanted me for my mind But values like that- hard to find You'd rather hold a shallow gaze In between your spats of rage The security pose that you maintain Flushes compassion down the drain Strains you sculpted on display Hard-ass reputation you portray Flirting lines, smile, and flex Your formula for more sex One-arm dressed in coloring book pages The other clenched for weekend wages Your tattoos tell more stories than your mouth Your beard masks your quivering doubt Seducing others with party tales The gentleman underneath may not prevail You know that "nice guys finish last" Which is embedded in your past So you refuse to live Insanity by definition Loving vulnerably without ammunition You've "got an icebox where your heart used to be" Refusing to be emotionally intimate with me You'll joke about interest and jealousy, dare I say But nothing with intentions, a spark is Child's Play So you'll dress me in flowers and impress me with words In hopes to seal the evening with the bees and the birds So I won't lean too close and I won't get attached The hurt and the hesitance, only meant to stash Another secret that is hidden You're my fruit that is forbidden Series 1 of 3These poems were chronologically written through the course of our affair. Pre-date, mid-date, and post-destruction.
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