i am not a tease.
i am just a reminder of what you cannot have.


advanced apologies,
for i can never be ordinary.

your mother wouldn't want you to bring me home
for i refuse to bore my soul with pretenses

of the dainty
who wears floor-length, floral skirts.


in your mold of the ideal woman,
i am only a splatter on the sides and brims.

i cannot cook nor do the laundry
unlike your wife-material present girl.

but you will never understand,
why you gravitate towards my burp

chuckle, laughter

and the scissor-like mannerism
i do with my legs.


the least i can is to leave the world in awe
because the gentle YOU fell for the reckless ME

like good old Kurt to Courtney.


the answer,
lies between the lines of my poetry

and the poetry of my panty lines.


i will be your weakness,
the Delilah of every Samsonian feat.

the mistress of every Disney girl's father

evil to gall,
but fairest of them all.


no matter how you brace yourself
from resisting my presence,

you just cannot.

because boy,
unlike your boring constantly-bottom girl

i do not just break hearts.
i break balls too.