Bad Girls

It says a lot about

My life and environment

That a lot of my mates

Have healed up scars from stab wounds

And the funny thing is

Most of them are from women

And I wonder

Where are these girls

Who love so passionately

That they turn to violence

Over jealousy or breaking up

And sometimes

For no reason at all

While all my old flames

Took breaking up so gently

With a quiet tear

And resignation

Just once

And only once

I’d like a bad girl

Who throws the cutlery and plates

Who throws her fists

Over nothing much

I would feel like

I had lived more

Knowing I had an ex

That was out for blood

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