Browning
My last girl told me far too many lies.I had to leave her ass but still sometimes
I miss her, body, mostly. Nights are tough—
The satyr that I am: insatiable.
I hope you know what that word means. You do?
Oh well, that’s great. Wait what was I saying?
Oh yeah, my last lover, girlfriend, demon.
Did I mention she was American?
Yes, I wooed her thinking she’d be real wild.
I’m sure you’ve heard how white girls are supposed
To be like but let me tell you how badly
We’ve been lied to. She wasn’t anything
Like that. Oh no, she wanted to go out
On dates and be treated like a “princess.”
Her words, not mine. Oh, anytime I tried
To move things to the bedroom she would cry
And say, “Already?” Pouting as though rain
Muddled a sunny day. I had to work
To get her into bed. I had to take
Her everywhere and show her all the sights,
Listen to every single passing thought
That crossed and exited her feeble face
Only a bit too good to not give up.
That’s not how I was raised. Winners are made
Through tribulations and this was my test.
And yes, I passed with flying colors but
That was only the first few months for soon
She said she wanted more. I tried to kill
Her fierce insistence through my silver tongue
Then my golden fury and finally
I won but that’s when her lying started.
She said she was busy even though she
Had none else but me to spend her days with.
She’d try to shift our dates like chess pieces
But when I checked her she had naught to say.
She simply cried and so I dumped her ass.
Women, I swear. But still, I want her back
If only for one night. You understand.
Poetry by Sameen
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Written on 2026-05-28 at 18:38
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