Summa cum laude, smarty pants, no match for mama’s lessons,

Taught me love feels closer to destruction than perfection,

No one ever held my heart with gentle hands or with intention.

Lover girl, cold, cruel world, mistaken lust for soul connection,

Softest heart, mini skirt, full metal jacket for protection,       

So what?  I keep on trying to suck love from his erection?

He’s telling me that on my knees is my prettiest reflection,

Gaze up at him adoringly, confused, perpetual perplex-ion,

After all, aren’t they the same, this pain and his affection?

His warm green eyes, ice cold, looking down, beg for his attention,

Sticks and stones please break my bones, we worship imperfection.

Ironically, he may be, both lock and key, my hell then my ascension.

Meganjeanjellybean Forrest 02/24/2024