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I am not a Romantic
I’m not known as a romantic
I detest dreamy haikus
And love senryus
Sent to me with chocolates
And nervous smiles
It’s not easy,
to please me
Unsteady gazes and sweaty palms
Make me nauseous
Why I even said yes, in the first place
Is a mystery to me
Boy’s essences in Men’s bodies
Scare me
What he’s capable of doing
Is greater than his understanding of my delicacy
Bouquets of reddest roses
Disgusts me
“Why would somebody give somebody else a plant’s reproductive organs?”
Couldn’t he be, just a touch more, discreet?
Suggestive phrases and raunchy sentences
Make me dizzy with regret
Until the day Males of my age stop taking me on dates to places
That have a value menu meal
Finally realize that I am more than just a pretty face
And have more than good looks to seal the deal
I. Refuse. To. Date.
Please note_
I probably had the worst date of my entire LIFE last friday. A disaster. This poem
pretty much caps how i feel right about now. blehh.
Highschool.
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