Dark Girls

November 12, 2007

I’m convinced that you’re unique
But I can’t deny that I’ve been here before
So what is it about this type?
It must be more than musical preferences
It’s a passionate yearning for something deeper
Utter disdain for superficial normality
Perhaps it’s just the way your black hair whips across the dance floor
Or the way you never outgrew your teenage angst

If you’re my type then why am I not yours?
Is it the flashy sports car, happy jazz hands or yellow shoes?
Did I break the rules by having friends?
Would tattoos and piercings really say much more about me?
Am I too nice, too polite, a fucking gentleman?
Are you scared of the expectations others have for me?

You can warn me that I’ll get hurt
But you don’t have to prove your point
I won’t accept that you’re a bad person
I know there’s so much more to you
Just as you know there’s more to me

It’s your darkness that allows me to drop my guard
To feel something a little more real
To acknowledge my teenage angst
To disregard the world’s expectations
To spend time alone instead of faking constant happiness

And perhaps, just maybe
To let a little light and happiness into your life

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Tags: Creative Writing, Paul Seele, Poetry