I keep meeting this girl
this broken girl
beautiful, but like a broken toy
Like Humpty Dumpty after all efforts
of all the King’s horses and men
and I can never fix her
so I don’t even try any more.
I fuck her silly
for as long as she’ll let me
then, as we circle
ever and ever closer
to the edge of emotion, she,
like a deer in the headlights,
stops — cold,
catches herself and bolts.
Me, like a dumbass
I usually fall (leap?)
off of the edge
what can I say?
misery was my only companion
for many a year and
I love both the love
and the loss.
Perhaps I too nice
Perhaps they’re too broken
But I’ve been broken before
And I’ll be damned to fear flying
too close to the sun
because as soon as the bleading stops
as soon as my wings flex again
I fly
i think there’s a difference between nice men and..how can i put this… boring. i think there’s a certain correlation in here lol. that’s the problem.
i do like nice men but i don’t like men who are boring. kinda stay at home all the time, always do the same stuff…and most important of all: take you for granted.
Carolina Pereira: Despite what my exes and other men will tell you, I’m a “nice” girl. :) But, I’m not boring. Hmm … nice doesn’t always equal boring. Do you think “nice women” are different from “nice men”?
It’s been something that was rattling around in my head for a little while. It has to do with you breaking your addiction to dicks. It all sort of just came together when I was reading your article, so I wrote it down.
It needed some tweaking, and some spelling corrections, and, if you’re so inclined, you can find the current final version on my website.
It seems I’ve been dating the same girl over and over again.
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I keep meeting this girl
this broken girl
beautiful, but like a broken toy
Like Humpty Dumpty after all efforts
of all the King’s horses and men
and I can never fix her
so I don’t even try any more.
I fuck her silly
for as long as she’ll let me
then, as we circle
ever and ever closer
to the edge of emotion, she,
like a deer in the headlights,
stops — cold,
catches herself and bolts.
Me, like a dumbass
I usually fall (leap?)
off of the edge
what can I say?
misery was my only companion
for many a year and
I love both the love
and the loss.
Perhaps I too nice
Perhaps they’re too broken
But I’ve been broken before
And I’ll be damned to fear flying
too close to the sun
because as soon as the bleading stops
as soon as my wings flex again
I fly
i think there’s a difference between nice men and..how can i put this… boring. i think there’s a certain correlation in here lol. that’s the problem.
i do like nice men but i don’t like men who are boring. kinda stay at home all the time, always do the same stuff…and most important of all: take you for granted.
grampa: Interesting poem.
Carolina Pereira: Despite what my exes and other men will tell you, I’m a “nice” girl. :) But, I’m not boring. Hmm … nice doesn’t always equal boring. Do you think “nice women” are different from “nice men”?
It’s been something that was rattling around in my head for a little while. It has to do with you breaking your addiction to dicks. It all sort of just came together when I was reading your article, so I wrote it down.
It needed some tweaking, and some spelling corrections, and, if you’re so inclined, you can find the current final version on my website.
It seems I’ve been dating the same girl over and over again.
Time to do something different.
Good luck!