Lust At First Sight

I am the girl that has never REALLY been without a boyfriend.

Yes, that bitch.

Never without a male companion at least,

but we were just friends...

I am the girl that doesn’t have too many female friends.

My mother would explain to other moms,

‘She just gets along better with boys;

rather run on the playground than play dolls’

Stuck up bitch.

I am the girl with the perfect hair.

God knew I’d be too lazy to do anything to it anyway.

Pretty bitch.

I am the girl that didn’t grow tall.

Yet, I blossomed in all the right places.

THAT bitch.

I am the girl that played sports and runs for validation

Every time I was knocked down emotionally

I made sure to even the score with a steady pace.

Skinny bitch.

I am the girl that fell in LUST at first sight.

As Predator, I needed to consume Prey.

For energy; to survive...

Little did I know.

I was lusting over a chick-flick loving, bamboo cutting board owning, gardener extraordinaire—

that loves to read instead of watching TV.
Like, OMG. IDK. WTF.

I found the guy that didn’t care I’d never been without a boyfriend.

Unconditionally got to know me, for me.

With the majestic deep purple bruises on my soul,

He had no idea what he was getting into.

I found the guy that doesn’t have too many male friends.

Strong women roles models shaped him well.

Women flock to this Shepard.

I found the guy that loved my hair, but loved my mind more.

The mind beneath the locks;

Beneath my brown skin;

My personality of wild cards, of truth—

He accepts it all.

I found the guy with the longest torso.

His lengthy self wraps me up perfectly;

Secured, I swear our bodies were made for each other.

I found the guy that used to play sports,

but you would never know it

You’ll find him at coffee shops and libraries;

and its rouged, masculine and sexy.

Naturally contradicting gender roles;

Patriarchal ideology;

Our love is badass.

Going on runs in which I set our pace,

Sharing meals He slaves for in the kitchen;

Joyfully fantasizing:

Bare walls,

No seats,

Just cold concrete.

This is my version of our love poem...