she wouldn’t be good for me
the self-identified jerk and manipulator
walked me into the bushes and asked if i was a push-over
i couldn’t deny it
her humor is almost too sharp
regardless, she thrills me
i fall easily for those who call my name
my awkward syllables flowed from her tongue
so smoothly it sounded strange
this tender heart needs calluses
my soft insides beat fast too easily
i need to protect my mental space
from these womyn who challenge me
almost too much
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