Love of My Life (Or So I Thought)

A Tortured Poet’s Regret — No12

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there’s a boy i know
who sparkles —
no, he’s not one of those
frilly vampires —

no, he’s a force
to be reckoned with

but, oh, he is not
mine to claim.

there’s a boy i know
who charms —
no, he’s not a heartbreaker,
though i suppose he’d like that

because hearts
are tasty things

and he would know
how delicious they are.

there’s a boy i know
who delights —
no, he’s not sweet to the taste,
though he might like to be sugar candy

for just the right women
at just the right time,

ready to be ravished
in their beds at night.

there’s a boy i know
who smiles —
no, he’s not picture-ready,
or maybe he is when he wants to be