Finding a Mate: A survival story

So I have been increasingly annoyed with members of the male gender who tell me they “aren’t looking for anything serious” but still want me and my body. I was going to post a rant about college hookup culture, but I wrote a poem instead.

To the boy with the copper hair:

I can see your lies

and hear your truths.

I can taste your hurt

and feel your heart.

But against mine,

you spoil,

turning my blood sweet

and the pain soothes.

To you, I am just the

girl with the dirty hair.

Free to blacken and

bind to your darkness.

Set fire and set free,

One day I’ll be clean.

xoxo Tessa Rose ❤


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