I Know Why
I know why you follow him.
Dolls can never admit a rough and tumble
bad boy is what they want. In your stainless
steel world? There is no room for graffiti.
It simply isn’t okay for something to feel so
deliciously dirty. I promise you, I get it.
I know why you follow him.
Dolls never want the ones who are polished.
Until they are cracked in half by the guys
with unholy rough edges. Even then?
Nothing else but their blood can fill the
cracks. It’s a hell of a glitch of the mind.
I know why you follow him.
Baby doll, stalking is so much fun isn’t it?
Just imagine finding one exactly like him.
Honesty will lead you to the promise land.
But you’re content with a cuss and crush
session every time you read his poetry.
I know why you follow him.
Dolls get addicted to a fantasy so fast.
It’s a living breathing romance novel.
Will he? Could he? Does he really like that?
A twin flame and he’s so safely away.
But you get with his head every single day.
Baby doll I know why you follow him
because I follow him too.
Copyright © Melani Udaeta | Year Posted 2025
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