Strong Girls Don't Play

 

You can’t play footsies with

combat boots

 

Thick like your thighs

Heavy like your body

 

He was a slipper thin and delicate

New, poor thing, never worn

 

Your hard souls

Crushed him

the day you broke his heart

Shattered under your

cracked leather boots

 

I still love you, but

I can’t wear a slipper outside

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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