Bad Boy Finished – A Poem by Philip Wardlow


Bad Boy FinishedBB

What is it with the female

persuasion that

clings to the

notion that

danger

is a delicious dish?

You smile, you laugh

as you believe the stories,

the promises, and the kismet

collected in your

nightstand drawer

that you sift through every once

in awhile to tell yourself

that surely it existed,

because a fool is

something you’ve

never been.

Was your pride

greater than his,

to think you

met up to

his

invisible measuring

stick he never

cared to share?

Tell me.

What’s so great about this

bad boy you came to love?

What’s so great about this

fool who dared to hurt someone

such as you.

Tell me he was true.

Tell me he was everything

and I’ll shut the fuck up.

 by Philip Wardlow 2013

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