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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