Feb 2021
I want ropes, not roses,
I want teeth marks, bruises, not black eyes,
I want lipstick smears, not tear streaks,
I want passion, love, fire
but
I don’t want to get burned.
I want teeth marks, bruises, not black eyes,
I want lipstick smears, not tear streaks,
I want passion, love, fire
but
I don’t want to get burned.
This poem was written in 2018.
(Oklahoma City)
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