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Damaged Goods
her body language said it all
she wanted to stay..
and if truth be told...i wanted her to stay
but while sticking to the truth
i knew we were two strays
seeking some form of...redemption..
maybe that's not the best word
but it's all this shell of a man can spare in this moment
fresh of the break up with my daughter's mother
all i could do was drink party and drown my failures
in Seagram's Gin, loud music and new pussy..
fucking for the sake of forgetfulness..
life certainly became a blur...
of double shots, dimly lit clubs and body parts
yet she stood out...a really outstanding she was
i really dug her thoroughness as a woman
i'm sure she felt it in the way i fucked her
i wanted so badly to give her
my intimate mornings..
breakfast..slow walks in the park
chillin at the pier..
i wanted her near...me
so easy and pleasant to be around she was
but my demons would ground my dreams
reminding me of how broken i was...a man shattered
emotions scattered...heart tattered..
languishing in the nexus of who i thought i was
and what i actually was...
she deserved more..and i had nothing more to give
outside of this spontaneous rendezvous
yes our connection was surreal indeed
but if she was to ever stare deep into my eyes
those cracked windows of my soul
she would've known and understood beyond all doubt
my love was well past it's expiration date..
so hopefully she wouldn't be filled with regret
hopefully..she'd find a way to forget me...
she wanted to stay..
and if truth be told...i wanted her to stay
but while sticking to the truth
i knew we were two strays
seeking some form of...redemption..
maybe that's not the best word
but it's all this shell of a man can spare in this moment
fresh of the break up with my daughter's mother
all i could do was drink party and drown my failures
in Seagram's Gin, loud music and new pussy..
fucking for the sake of forgetfulness..
life certainly became a blur...
of double shots, dimly lit clubs and body parts
yet she stood out...a really outstanding she was
i really dug her thoroughness as a woman
i'm sure she felt it in the way i fucked her
i wanted so badly to give her
my intimate mornings..
breakfast..slow walks in the park
chillin at the pier..
i wanted her near...me
so easy and pleasant to be around she was
but my demons would ground my dreams
reminding me of how broken i was...a man shattered
emotions scattered...heart tattered..
languishing in the nexus of who i thought i was
and what i actually was...
she deserved more..and i had nothing more to give
outside of this spontaneous rendezvous
yes our connection was surreal indeed
but if she was to ever stare deep into my eyes
those cracked windows of my soul
she would've known and understood beyond all doubt
my love was well past it's expiration date..
so hopefully she wouldn't be filled with regret
hopefully..she'd find a way to forget me...
Published 2nd Mar 2024
| Edited 11th Mar 2024
Author's Note
Circa 2001..some real talk
Inspire by Her's Vagina Eyes..
Thank you for the poetic nudge...
Inspire by Her's Vagina Eyes..
Thank you for the poetic nudge...
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3rd Mar 2024 00:09am
hello dearest Soul Soldier love will sometimes do that to us
ruin us for another no matter how lovely this is a great write
I understand coming from a different perspective 💕
ruin us for another no matter how lovely this is a great write
I understand coming from a different perspective 💕
3rd Mar 2024 1:29am
We don’t ever forget the magnificence of the broken ones…
I appreciate the male POV on this piece. So often it is women who are referred to as damaged goods.
I’m honored that my poem inspired you.
I appreciate the male POV on this piece. So often it is women who are referred to as damaged goods.
I’m honored that my poem inspired you.
3rd Mar 2024 6:58pm
This is really good stuff, Naajir. I like the "basic thoughts" of it. And the minor portions of adult content are well handled, not overdone or glorified.
It reads like a male perspective, but could be either sex, easily.
A pertinent write. Well expressed.
It reads like a male perspective, but could be either sex, easily.
A pertinent write. Well expressed.
4th Mar 2024 2:29pm
I'm starting to wonder if there's anyone who ISN'T damaged goods... the best we can hope for is to find someone whose broken pieces fit with our own.
Great storytelling here, Bravo!
❤️k
Great storytelling here, Bravo!
❤️k
11th Mar 2024 4:02am
I marvel at the introspection involved here. The initial words bring to mind how our history impacts our relationships, like the words of John Mayer's "Daughters". Then I remembered Simon and Garfunkel's "April Come She Will"; "August, die she must. The Autumn winds blow chilly and cold. September I remember. The love once was new has now grown old".
15th Mar 2024 10:00am
This was a new style of expression for you,
I enjoyed your honesty, yet felt your pain.
Exquisite expression, thanks for sharing
what might be hard to share
I enjoyed your honesty, yet felt your pain.
Exquisite expression, thanks for sharing
what might be hard to share
