He likes 300 dollar cologne
And he likes to leave you alone
After he claims your body as his own,
You were stupid.
He wakes up and he's feeling himself,
Because you were not enough,
And he looks the way he does,
So why shouldn't he?
He wakes up and he stares upon his shelf,
Perusing the options he's been dealt,
No concern for what you felt,
He has many.
You yearn to be displayed there,
Next to his 300 dollar cologne.
But you are not priceless
He studies the colours of the liquids
The quality of the glass
And the shape of your ass,
I mean bottle.
He ejaculates his liquids,
Onto the quality of your body,
And studies the shape of your ass,
You could bottle his aroma.
He likes 300 dollar cologne
And would rather smell like that,
Than your worthless goodies,
He is boujee
He is not frugal
You want to bottle up his scent
To forget your will has been bent
Into a compromising consent
You want him to hold you.
He wants something he can bottle up
Tuck away and use for a quick fuck,
Leave you feeling moonstruck,
This is romance.
But he likes 300 dollar cologne,
And he likes putting it on alone
To hide his toxic testosterone.
The perspiration of his actions not condoned.
His realizations postponed,
For punishments he is not ready to atone
Your time spent on his bed will land you under it.
He will shove you in a shoe box that is most likely mislabeled.
To keep his reputation of posh taste stable.
He will turn you into a childhood fable.
He doesn't know you'll turn the tables.
He doesn't know that you are able.
He likes 300 dollar cologne,
But he doesn't know he will end up alone,
Or that you will take back your dignity as your own.
You are not stupid.
About the Creator
Jai D Quinn
A writer working towards author one word at a time. Words spill out to tell the stories of the voices in my head, but I joined Vocal to tell a different type of story. My story.
@jai.d.quinn
Writing2Riches Youtube Channel
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