Me, You, Cars, and Dirt

I write too many goddamned poems about this boy. XD He's just in my head to much.

 

You want to drive here in a muscle car

That matches the muscles rippling on your sides

You have short dark hair you tuck neatly under your ears

You wear baggy pants and a crooked smirk

 

You’ve got grease staining your face

Something from the car’s engine

you claim you’re a mechanic

 

You like working with your hands

in the Dirtiest terms plausible

to my Squeaky clean Mind

and tight Lipped existence

[but my senses have never been driven so wild!]

 

You like hot breathe and empty houses

And girls cuddled in your arms

           [in your bed]

 

F**k!

What’s a girl to do

When the absolute picture perfect man

Is put on a platform in front of you with the label

                                You can look

                           But don’t touch

Straddled over his waist

 

I mean look at me

I’m almost one of those panting

                         Drooling

Succubus stumbling at your feet

Sick in love

 

Compared to you well

I’m nothing

Just a girl with a mediocre heart

And well my body serves its purpose

 

Don’t worry I won’t comment on my mind

But either way my face and soul is blemished

How can I stand next to you?

 

With your olive skin

Deep brown eyes

And brown hair

Mocking nature for perfection

 

Cupid needs to quit hitting me in the face

Who am I to say he’s mine

Author's Note

Everything here is intentional. =)