Reasons Why We Failed

I Like Women Quirky, One with Her Own Point of View
Most Men never look Far Enough to Acknowledge
I Suffocate in Soft Hands Clench Too Tight
I am a Creature of Sensuality & Lust
I Tend to Her Selflessly

She is Selfish
Her Drive, Propels my Apex
She Notes the Admirers and Stares
She is Insecure, She Fears an Open Heart
She Does Not Yet Know Her Worth, Fabricated Voices of Mind Continue to Lie

Our Fantasies and Natures Contradict…

Inspired by Warsan Shire - Excuses For Why We Failed at Love & Bridget Boakye- Reasons it hasn't worked
(Poems for 72 Days, Day 12 - Guest Post - written by Brandon Connor)

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