Mr. Big Brains Broke Ass has his laser beams
on me and I like his mind
I want to scoop it out with an Ice-cream ladel
So I can absorb him more and it doesn’t hurt
it doesn’t hurt that he is beautiful
Chisled from a tree made of pretty brown bricks
Sculpted statuesque warrior of mental acuity
And I hate him because with no degree
He is ten times smarter than me
Mr. Romance Love pants has his arrows
Pointed and me and I dig his sentiment
I want to suck his heart through a straw
so I can taste the sugary syrupy sweetness
and it doesn’t hurt that he is strapped
that he walks with a god’s equipment
between his legs thundering and vibrating
shaking down limbs of ethereal weaknesses
and I hate him because I am the English major
but he outwordsmiths me with his compliments
The two are in an epic battle for my devotion
fighting for my claim, a coal mine
probably chock full of diamonds if one can kill
if one can outwait or outweigh or outfuck or outsmart
the other one
sometimes I don’t feel worthy for either
sometimes I feel better than both
I am the apocalypse