Poem: “Special”


Just another girl. No one special to you. Just another conversation making plans to get laid.

Just another girl. Not as pretty and not as hot. Just some girl who is quite flawed.

I know you’re flawed too. I hear it when the words leave your mouth. Talking like a guy who thinks he’s big stuff.

But every now and then you say something understanding. You comprehend somethings I don’t expect you to get. 

But I still wished you’d told me nicer, all the girls you’d been with and how hot they were. How it’s easier to get laid because they don’t have my problems.

You didn’t say that last part. But I thought it. You didn’t mean to sound cruel, you were only being practical saying the truth in black and white.

But it hurt me. Because you don’t understand, no girl wants to be like every other girl. She wants to be special and unique. She wants to be someone you remember. Not another girl you tagged.

Being “together” is important but conversation and how we get along, I think it’s more or equally as vital. A smart guy would see he’s the keeper of the Romance.

And if he wants to get with me he better play his cards right. Because I’m the keeper of the sex, I say what is and doesn’t go. 

So, I maybe difficult and I maybe imperfect but I want to be with a guy who thinks I’m beautiful and likes me for my flaws. I want him to see how unique I am, even in my words.

I want him to see from when we first talk that I’m worth his time and effort. And that I’m not like any other girl. I am his. 

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