i'm not into good men
who say "i love you"
like it's the only treasure
you find in a dusty old mine
i'm not into gentleman
who open the door
like a can of tuna
waiting for it's surviour
i'm not even into men
they're too mature
to run off with me
into pits of pain and hurt
they're like oceans
that only move at a pace
splish and splash
is who they are
but i want to scream "noo!"
like a teenage rebel
i'm into boys
that pretend to love me
for two full moons
and then they fade like
mist.
