I have my father’s teeth, but my mother’s bite<\/p>\n
This makes me good at fighting,<\/p>\n
And bad at everything else<\/p>\n
I snap bones<\/p>\n
Draw blood<\/p>\n
Break hearts<\/p>\n
And still I swear I’m more of a lover than a fighter<\/p>\n
More of a loser than a winner.<\/p>\n
The kind of guy that only wants you when you don’t want him<\/p>\n
The kind of girl that wants only what doesn’t belong to her<\/p>\n
The kind of guy you write angry poetry about<\/p>\n
The kind of girl you write breakup songs for<\/p>\n
The kind of guy you don’t take home to your parents<\/p>\n
The kind of girl who can’t be owned<\/p>\n
This scared you.<\/p>\n
Fight or flight?<\/p>\n
You were never a fan of heights<\/p>\n
So\u00a0 you hit<\/p>\n
And you missed<\/p>\n
And I dodged<\/p>\n
And I fell<\/p>\n
Deeper<\/p>\n
And deeper<\/p>\n
And you jumped in after me<\/p>\n
Still swinging and kicking<\/p>\n
Swinging and kicking<\/p>\n
‘I’ve gotta keep you on your toes’ you’d say<\/p>\n
But I had fallen head first<\/p>\n
Deeper<\/p>\n
And deeper<\/p>\n
I was too old for fighting by the time you caught up with me<\/p>\n
By that time I was good for nothing<\/p>\n
And you were good for everything<\/p>\n
‘When are we going to fight?’<\/p>\n
When are you going to start saying what you mean<\/p>\n
‘Hit me’<\/p>\n
Kiss me<\/p>\n
‘Don’t look at me like that’<\/p>\n
Make me<\/p>\n
You hurt to look at<\/p>\n
Must be love<\/p>\n
Or at least that’s what my friends say<\/p>\n
I don’t think love is supposed to hurt<\/p>\n
I don’t see a point in that<\/p>\n
Other types of love don’t hurt<\/p>\n
So why should this<\/p>\n
We always end up in this position<\/p>\n
With you over me<\/p>\n
Gives you a false sense of security<\/p>\n
That you’re the one in control<\/p>\n
I let you believe it<\/p>\n
I, a wolf in sheep’s clothing<\/p>\n
You, an angel in disguise<\/p>\n
Y’know<\/p>\n
Like that song you like<\/p>\n
By that artist I love<\/p>\n
‘You’re lying’<\/p>\n
If I was you wouldn’t be able to tell.<\/p>\n
‘Does this mean choke?’<\/p>\n
You know it doesn’t<\/p>\n
‘Coward’<\/p>\n
Maybe<\/p>\n
Dog bites and bee stings got nothing on you babe<\/p>\n
But you’re still one of my favorite things<\/p>\n
Scarier than any horror movie<\/p>\n
Scarier than that dream I had last night<\/p>\n
Scarier than your mom<\/p>\n
We would have never worked<\/p>\n
But we didn’t need the cards to tell us that<\/p>\n
Did we<\/p>\n
I can only love in ways you don’t know how<\/p>\n
Swinging and kicking<\/p>\n
Even skeletons need more than skinny love<\/p>\n
Swinging and kicking<\/p>\n
Red and blue<\/p>\n
Swinging and kicking<\/p>\n
But your drop was shallow<\/p>\n
‘I do<\/em> like you’<\/p>\n Deeper<\/p>\n And deeper<\/p>\n ‘But we could never<\/em> be together.’<\/p>\n Deeper<\/p>\n And deeper<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" 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 … Continue reading “Ode to that straight girl”<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":29,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2322"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/29"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2322"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2322\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2728,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2322\/revisions\/2728"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2322"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2322"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2322"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}