I Will Not Get Hurt Again Poem by Hebert Logerie

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.