How can you think you can hold
a woman like me?
I am much more complex
than wavy brown locks and
a glasses-framed face,
black vests over pin-stripes and
curved hips with
"no romantic feelings"
towards you.
I am much more complex
than her.
I create hurricanes with
my presence.
I command attention with
the sway of my hips.
Even when I am alone
I am not lonely.
How can you think you can handle
a woman like me?
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Bare Bones
PoetryA collection of poems following a personal tale of heartbreak and healing. A note about the layout: Part 1: crave is the beginning. The inner workings of my relationship. The struggle we had with love. Part 2: ache is the breakup. All of the p...
