Someday you will meet a girl
and she will have softer hair and
and she wont have violent
scars across her skin.
And she will scream at you when
she is angry- a sign of passion
I never could display because
my voice is as meek as a mouse
and my small hands could never
throw your shit onto the front lawn
(not even when I knew someone else
had been in your arms).
Someday you’ll meet a girl
and she’ll have gravity-defying breasts
and a smile that would inspire sonnets
and she won’t have a wishbone
where her backbone should be
and she will kick your ass to the curb
instead of loving you through the excuses.