You are the threat
Set against
my southern heart

Every time I think I'm ready to settle down
A new distraction comes along
I am ****** forlorn and lost


The girl who wears lipstick and is witty
You only care I'm pretty
The melodic memory of my mischievous laughter echoing in your chest.

I don't care about money
I care if you're funny
Please hold me close when I am naked and need to rest

True, I like to wander,
but I am my father's daughter

I  can't fill my journals if I don't live my life
The rewritten and worn
The sentimental and scorned
The possessive poem's wife