Not the kind of girl

I’m not the kind of girl you would want
meeting your friends
holding hands
talking sweet, soft things to
not even talking at all
I’m the kind of girl you could fuck
brutally in the dark
behind closed doors
leaving red marks on white skin
tingling
and a bruised soul
a tangle of hair in your hand

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