Her type

She used to think
she had a type
the opposites attract type
crush after crush
left in crash fatigue on
high and dry freeway

Her hair is thinning
waistline is disappearing
She wonders anyone
will consider her
their type

She feels the desperation of want
simultaneously of unwanted
her lonely day stretches into the night
like the spilled vinaigrette
greasy, sour and stained

She gathers all pieces
starts swiping for the remaining hope
kind eyes
mean nose
lips that will make her cum
testosterone filled body
a sizable boner

She used to think
she had a type
the type that makes her feel 16
all over again

And now
she will settle for a type
that will soothe her heat rash
like an ice block
hard and cold

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Cassa Bassa

🇦🇺🇨🇳 inquisitive, observant, witty, a thinker, was a misfit child 😊

18 thoughts on “Her type”

      1. Human emotion is very difficult to write about. We tend to confuse our own wants and desires with our ‘character’.
        If I may make a suggestion: you may benefit by reading some books by a few poets that your writing reminds me of.
        Those being: “Nine Hoses” by Billy Collins… also: “Morning Poems” by Robert Bly… just to name two.
        I do believe you may enjoy them.
        I hope I didn’t overstep my boundaries.
        It’s just all… IMHO 🙂
        Blessings….

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      2. Morning poems! Must be my almost daily poetry post. 😊
        Love the recommendation. It’s good to do the reverse. I write first, then read the famous’ work. I will let you know how I go with Nine Horses. Thank you!

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