it is on nights like this
when i hold another
broken heart
in my arms
that i think my calling
will forever be
in the back of a dark alley
on a sidewalk stoop
arm full of bracelets
from people whose names
i do not know
probably smoking
in a leather jacket
with another pair of blank eyes
staring into mine
his hands digging into my thighs.
he will suck my body cold
and collapse into me
and i will lick the tears
off his beautiful face.
i was created
to keep broken boys
off the streets
and out of trouble.
but who will love me?
About the Creator
Sara
Don’t look for love.
Be love.
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Comments (2)
I was created to keep broken boys off the streets That is literally what my dating life felt like for years!
Gosh this was so relatable and it resonated so deeply with me! I always tend to attract the broken boys! Loved your poem!