Love It

The simplicity of a woman falling for society's definition of 'indecency', who had already fallen for her, as well as many others.

You're a boastful disgrace, my worst nightmare,

your eyes, following my body and not my soul,

your mouth, speaking and speaking of words witless and duller than charcoal,

yet I love your dangerous stare.

You smell of Mary Jane, and in the morning, you may forget her name,

I'm disgusted by the lengths you will thrive for a little bit of fame,

you act like you can't be tamed, and I find this insanely lame,

yet I love this piteous game.

You walk around with your 'boys' and you're nothing without your toys,

you'll 'holla' at me whilst I know you're still a jerk,

so I'm ignoring, secretly adoring,

yet I love your posture and your quirk.

You are a green optimistic machine, you bring the goodness to my mind,

you're my angel in disguise, probably not only mine,

there was something about your vibe, that made me waste my time,

on wishing you were my time to waste.

You'll always be there, lurking, I know what made you that way,

and your true barrier makes me want to rip it away,

save you from society and wrench you into my arms,

listening to your presence whilst I pray.

I hate you now, I always will, I hate your rude comments,

I despise your promiscuous status, but I love the way you wear that shirt,

I dislike your need for female company at night, but your hair is looking fine,

although you're a d****e, I love it, even when I'm hurt.

Reviews

[DBKaine]

I enjoyed reading this. It reminded me of a few interactions I had when I was younger. Liking someone from a distance yet you burned when you got close, I remember them well. As always, great writing, but I don't expect anything less. First class!

[Bella]

Ah that is so lovely, your comment is highly appreciated. Thank you so much

[TheRavenQueer]

I like this! Especially way it sort of rhymes without making it obvious. And my favourite line is definitely: "I despise your promiscuous status, but I love the way you wear that shirt."

[Bella]

Ah thank you so much my dear

[Coyote Poetry]

Miss Bella. A powerful poem.
"I hate you now, I always will, I hate your rude comments,
I despise your promiscuous status, but I love the way you wear that shirt,
I dislike your need for female company at night, but your hair is looking fine,
although you're a d****e, I love it, even when I'm hurt."
Love is never fair. We can't control our emotion. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Bella]

Thank you so much, I highly appreciate your fascination. You're also very welcome and speak the truth

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome and very kind.

[C]

This is a good poem, Bella! Why do we still love someone even it hurts? Haha. I love the way you express your feelings in this poem. I am casually connected to your words.

[Bella]

Haha I have no idea, we're just attracted to what is not good for us :) and thank you so much my dear :)

[Not here]

love it :) haha get it? bad joke. in all honesty, this was great, and i really liked the rhyme scheme kind of hidden in there, idk whether you did that on purpose or not but its awesome