I have a taste for cowardice men.
Men who tell me how beautiful I am,
How pretty,
How nice my hair is,
Or how great my body looks,
Under the covers,
Especially with them on top.
Men who cup my hands
And look me deep in the eye
peering into my soul,
to “cherish me”
“Remember me”
“Learn the curves of my face”.
But I know these cowardice men-
they will forget me.
As soon as their lust is lost.
As soon as their dick has learnt me..
All too well.
As soon as she rears her head.
I know these cowardice men
Will hold me, in the night
Almost pushing me back together
After the last,
Who left me.
But these cowardice men forget,
I can’t love me,
Not anymore.
Because loving me makes me think,
Of happiness and who I could be.
And I forget,
For a little while,
I only fall for cowardice men,
Who never say bye when they leave.
Never blink in my direction,
They just leave the door wide open.
Wide open for the next.