I'm not a rough rider type girlfriend
that will deck any chick in the mouth for even looking at my boyfriend
I don't fight dudes
To just cry with girls.
I don't pick fights.
I don't criticize.
I don't even mind when my Friends step,
spit, piss, and step all over me like
I'm the old project building hallway.
I don't worry about little things.
I don't share enough with the good times in life.
I fear pleasurable moments
and somehow always end up with the painful ones
I'm just a soft spoken, poetry writing, open-minded type of catch
covered in uniformity.
Sometimes I leak out words of truth
from my finger tips then wipe it up before any one can tell
I reach my hand to God only to find out being 5'3"
means having short arms that can't even reach your fathers shoulder for attention.
I don't talk behind backs
unless Katrine starts stroking through my blood stream
tell me if you can hear the poor pedestrian cells scream
the thought of you Jonathan Heins makes my heart race
makes my stomach tap dance across school
then do breast strokes and deep dives in poetry
spilling my teenage love affair everywhere
but it hurts having the idea of me, being just another chick
another fish in the sea that he happened to catch with some good bate
It's weird that when you didn't pick up your phone I felt alone
but it hurts that I went running to call my ex
5 minutes after my short depression.
I don't cheat, I can't cheat
I don't mess because I won't mess
I don't even flirt with others because I'm always thinking about you.
Though I do write poems to long for hands to be stained with
and fantasize about you and I
being physically connected through mental orgasms set off by metaphors like
your erection is nothing but a mere 40 oz.
while your mind is a bottle of Diva Vodka....how i would love one sip of it
Your million dollar mind is to expensive for emotional poor chick
who only afford to give you $2 worth of body
While I do give you my word
instead of kicks and jeans
that will be played out in 5 years or more
but how many of these chicks can afford to care someone besides them self for a change?
How many don't depend on their man's wallet to keep their relationship in shape.
You could just write me a poem, sing me a song, pluck the petals off of a daisy
and tell me if I like you.
Just don't buy me a sweater, or roses that really smell like poo poo
don't get me a promise ring because I am not Tiffany Evans!
I don't want much...just you and if you did give something
make sure it was a homemade gift made with love,
I'm into little things like good mom
Tell me I'm pretty but only if you think it's true.
Send my the FYI of loving you.
Listen keep it real tell me how you feel
you know i always will
I mean I do tell you the deal
because every half lie finds it's whole truth,
That's why i don't understand why silly little girl act like they do.
I don't want to be hurt again
I'm tired of tired tears
I do care for you
i care enough to fear the thought of you slipping into the arms of a girl that shares my heart
I don't want to love you
I don't want to fall asleep with you mentally
to physically be pissed all over the fact I didn't get a good morning kiss
I don't want to love you
but I'm beginning to think, I do.
I guess that was the real do and don't of loving you.
