Wordsmith Gangbanger

She writes poetry, the free-verse kind, which sends forth warnings to my mind. Her words are often dark and scary, there’s seldom anything too merry, so now I think, what’s the mental state, will I notice something far too late? Might she stab me with her writing pen, or make our relationship too open--- like a comic standing on a stage, venting funny on domestic rage? Should one fear a potential anger, wielded by wordsmith gangbanger? Heart that’s ripped at an open mike, don’t want to know what that feels like! If a dating coward---and you know it--- steer clear of dark and lonely poet! [PS: After I read three or so angry girlfriend posts on this poetry site, I thought . . . “hmmm, there’s a darn funny poem in there somewhere.” Not aimed at anyone I know, just thought up a funny scenario in my mind. So please don’t write any “did I write something to offend thee” notes. I was just musing comedic, as I am sometimes wont to do. And I know there are plenty of angry guy poets too; I’ve been that too, a few times. So, it’s just how this poem came out.]