gentle

 
you don't know me but you dislike me
guess what I don't like you either
don't waste your time on me
it won't change anything

I'm dark and I'm used to being hated
blendology, I don't mix
always genuine, I am myself
a misfit of sorts, who rubs people the wrong way

guilty pleasure, you crave
sanctioned understanding, I get you
a tough guy, who won't admit you secretly like me

you stalk my perimeters afraid to come close
watching from my periphery
noting your feigned disdain

your reaction to me bothers me
really I wish i could be accepted for who I am
honest to a fault, I express myself
not for entertainment but to free me
anxiety builds and I must write

you like the sexy girls
admittedly I'm not that woman
sure, I lust but I like to hint at seducion
not to emerge you in me

a fantasy tantalizning, your visions are your own
inciting imagination I blush
my vulnerability showing

gentle to the touch
but remember to keep your distance
because you don't like me much