tagNon-Erotic PoetryYes, My Black Belt Matches My Shoes

Yes, My Black Belt Matches My Shoes


We are so in love
Don't you see it?
Can't you feel our throbbing connection
the red cord
& how it ties us

Always together
wait no stop what r u talking about you u you u!
U can't leave me
I won't let you.
I won't let you.
I'll stop you.

Because your kung-fu is weak
and mine kicks ass
urs, specifically
Ah the *smack* and *crunch* of your face as
I pound poundpound kick punch HIIIIYA! my way

Back to your heart.
You see, I love you
u love me 2
But you were going 2 leave me
And now-
Well, your skull makes a nice planter.

Time for relationship #17 in 2 yrs.
Goodnight, darling!
(By the way-
my new man
He thinks your skull's made of plastic.)
I knew u were shallow!

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