I Will Not Get Hurt Again

I will not get hurt again I will no longer look deep In the empty space of your eyes I will no longer send you apple pies Around you, I will no longer be a creep I am hurt; I stop thinking of you as my haven. In front of you, I am very emotional I weep, cry and behave like a wimp I lose my strength, I lose control You become my general, my corporal Who's looking to handcuff me like a pimp Around you, there is no protocol. Hence, I want to live a very simple life Away from your fears, away from your arrogance I want to be a man not like any other man I want to be loved by a beautiful wife An angel who'll shower me with extravagance Common sense, kisses, flowers, charms, and raisin. I will not get hurt again I will no longer be pushed away Like unwanted rags and dead flowers From now on, I will not stare at your tapered trousers I will shut my eyes and look the other way I will not get hurt again. Copyright © September 2017, Hebert Logerie, All rights reserved Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.