t y p e;

the acute angles of you melded into the soft curves of me
when i looked up searching the angles jutted out and no longer fit just
                                                                                             pain

people ask me ‘what’s your type?’ i jest back ’boys who hurt me’
too bad it wasn’t humorous at all
it was just a study in disappointment

i have been told i have a proclivity towards
                                                                   self destruction
you didn’t destroy me i
         

            detonated

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