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I Don’t Have White Knight Syndrome.

I swear,
sometimes
I just don’t know
how the Universe
bares
to make them

This red hair thing
cute as
anything else,
madness
writhing within
as it does
with most
pretty and delicate
things,
the world tends
to
crush
those first

well,
she warms up to me
real quick
and I like to think
I have some experience
enough to know
not to trust a
pretty smile
or a
warm touch

I tell her
I’m not one of those
little boys that
she’s
used to
and the offer of
sex or
house cleaning
doesn’t affect me
and
of course
she’s not used to
rejection
so she goes
on her way

it wasn’t
hard to let
her go,
there wasn’t any
affection there
anyway,
but I do feel bad
for the next
sad sap
who stumbles upon her
and sadness for her
as well
she’ll never be
honest with
herself
and the madness
will eventually
take over

well,
at least
she bought me a drink
and made my bed
Posted 09/05/11
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