I thought she was astonishing.
Beauty and common sense; and she was confident.
So much more than competent,
and compliments to all of her accomplishments.
But wait, this isn’t really what you thought this is;
it’s more a curious consequence of a reconnaissance.
I found she had her heart broken by a few accomplices
She was scarred from them, so she slowly grown to stone
like monuments carved from brim.
Independent, saying she doesn’t hunger for affection
when it’s obvious she’s starving it.
And she doesn’t like arguing. So, her mind is hard to get
and her heart is hard to win because she’s guarding it.
It’s disheartening.
A secret compartment, locked deep in her apartment
where she keeps her broken heart in.
Otherwise the pain remains, she stays an open target.
She was hardened by thieves and marksmen;
who play darts in the dark end of the parking spot.
Stalking lots of the top end confidants;
who confide in you, but strip as soon as the talking stops.
So call the cops as I call the shots,
and spot the sad slop that passed you off;
or passed you up, and gassed you up.
If you aren’t first then you’re last,
and these other dudes are fast as fuck.
And that’s enough, cause I ain’t catching up.
