Addicted to bad boys-
taste of toxic love leaves a toll.
Relationships flavoured with brutes;
kisses hook my naïve soul-
lips sugary as jellybeans.
Body package in suave suits,
like an ad of Vogue magazines,
they’ve become my junk food.

Addicted to bad boys
like a druggie on crack!
Their hearts can’t commit,
I’m just one of their play toys.
I seek for a dopamine hit
with the thrills of bad boys.
Bite of their love leaves me hungry,
this attraction is not healthy!

Addicted to bad boys,
they’ll laugh and be so crude.
Abusive words will whack;
arrogance as fat as greasy cheese.
Shame clogs in cholesterol plaque,
polluting my own arteries-
all ready for a heart attack.
Why do I crave such ******?

Addicted to bad boys,
addicted to bad boys,
for the sake of my health,
it is time for a detox!


(c) Jo Swan

I cried about you
you weren't worth that

I don’t hate.
I try not to anyways.
I try not to hate people.
I try not to hate their flaws.

We are all imperfect, right?
We can’t help our mistakes.
We try.
We fail.

But

I don’t like when you tell me what I am.
I don’t like when you assume what I think.
I don’t like when you try to put out my flame.
I don’t like when you tell me I’m wrong because you want to be right.

I try really hard not to hate.
But sometimes,
you make it very hard.

I'm okay
is by far the
most often
lie I tell
and it's also
the lie that
always gets
me caught

In a city full of tall buildings and unspeakable views,
breathtaking unknowns and unfamiliar faces,
there are those sitting on window sills
chugging bottles of brew,
leaving cigarette traces

She spends her days in a haze,
sharing little laughs that make her ribs ache,
all in attempt to erase you
It's only then she sees,
an imprint on the
soul is the kind of
stain that can't be
scrubbed