To the Blonde Girl on My Left
A Love Poem

You are not special to me!
Burn in sinful fucklust
For blackened hearts burn the cleanest.

You are not kindly to me!
Flaunt yourself before all the rest
For empty souls shine the brightest.

You are not gentle with me!
Drag me down by the wrist
For secret loves last the longest.

Anyone else think I may be a confused young man?

I got her number on the bus ride home.