you don't want me
and i'll tell you why.i'm not the girlfriend material
you all want at this age.i've never been clingy enough,
i don't talk too much
which is good at first
but you'll get bored
of my refusal to let you in.i'll flirt with other people
not because i want their hand in my shirt
but because sometimes,
that's just simply how i communicate.i can't keep my hands to myself
but only innocently absentmindedly
and no one else wants to get that.i'll go to your game
but you won't catch me
in the stands holding and waving a poster
with your name and number on it.sometimes,
i just don't want to talk about it.i won't remember a stupid dating anniversary.
wedding, maybe.
dating, not a chance.i might forget your birthday
and i wont remember your number.i'll tune you out at times
not on purpose
i just can't focus.i'll try to run away
but you have to know it's a stupid test.
i want-
i need you to make me stay.
that stupid test
tells me whether or not it's safe
to love you.i'm damaged goods
just like everybody else.
know that
before you dive head first.
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Call It What You Want [A Poetry Collection]
Poetry[PUBLISHED WORK AVAILABLE ON AMAZON] This is for the misfits. the heavy hearts. the broken minds and the lost souls. this is for the bruised lovers with tainted skin. the options left behind, not good enough to be put first. this is for the readers...