Ode to that straight girl

I have my father’s teeth, but my mother’s bite

This makes me good at fighting,

And bad at everything else

I snap bones

Draw blood

Break hearts

And still I swear I’m more of a lover than a fighter

More of a loser than a winner.

The kind of guy that only wants you when you don’t want him

The kind of girl that wants only what doesn’t belong to her

The kind of guy you write angry poetry about

The kind of girl you write breakup songs for

The kind of guy you don’t take home to your parents

The kind of girl who can’t be owned

This scared you.

Fight or flight?

You were never a fan of heights

So  you hit

And you missed

And I dodged

And I fell

Deeper

And deeper

And you jumped in after me

Still swinging and kicking

Swinging and kicking

‘I’ve gotta keep you on your toes’ you’d say

But I had fallen head first

Deeper

And deeper

I was too old for fighting by the time you caught up with me

By that time I was good for nothing

And you were good for everything

‘When are we going to fight?’

When are you going to start saying what you mean

‘Hit me’

Kiss me

‘Don’t look at me like that’

Make me

You hurt to look at

Must be love

Or at least that’s what my friends say

I don’t think love is supposed to hurt

I don’t see a point in that

Other types of love don’t hurt

So why should this

We always end up in this position

With you over me

Gives you a false sense of security

That you’re the one in control

I let you believe it

I, a wolf in sheep’s clothing

You, an angel in disguise

Y’know

Like that song you like

By that artist I love

‘You’re lying’

If I was you wouldn’t be able to tell.

‘Does this mean choke?’

You know it doesn’t

‘Coward’

Maybe

Dog bites and bee stings got nothing on you babe

But you’re still one of my favorite things

Scarier than any horror movie

Scarier than that dream I had last night

Scarier than your mom

We would have never worked

But we didn’t need the cards to tell us that

Did we

I can only love in ways you don’t know how

Swinging and kicking

Even skeletons need more than skinny love

Swinging and kicking

Red and blue

Swinging and kicking

But your drop was shallow

‘I do like you’

Deeper

And deeper

‘But we could never be together.’

Deeper

And deeper