My usual pick

A man without baggage
Is a dream come true.

Wait.

A man without secret baggage
Is a challenge I’ll accept.

I held mine right in plain sight.
You concealed yours underneath quite tight.

We asked and we pondered
The normal new babe questions.
I was bright eyed truthful
And you lied so beautiful.

I always wanted it to be true....

Since I laid my eyes on you
I’ve become an addict
Begging for a fix
Yet you never come through

You’re playing me
And I know it.

I always pick the broken ones
I’ll own it.

This time I’m letting go
You won’t even know.

Is it blood on me or blush?

Reviews

[Seriana]

I especially love the title. It speaks of this piece with an explanation mark, for that's how it is when we rinse and repeat. I can relate to this all to well. I enjoyed very much how you simply defined the broken record of choice. Blood? Or Blush? Pick your poison.
Love it!
~A

[BeautifulArguement]

Thank you!!!!!

[Ookpik]

I've always maintained that being without baggage is an impossibility - be it for a man or a woman - and have had to concede that it matters less what the baggage is, and more how the person in question opts to carry it.

That said, I enjoyed this a lot - I also tend to gravitate towards the seemingly broken ones (not sure why, but I expect there's somewhat of a savior complex there) and yet can definitely understand that there's a definitive power in letting certain things go.

Thanks for sharing - it was a nice read.

-Ook