Savages

I was a mistress

A madwoman

A poet

Inherently too unstable

Too powerful too free too chaotic too much of a challenge

For a man to feel secure enough to say that yes my world could fit inside his let me wrap it around your one finger

I let them go

The ones who were too small.

He’s out there,

waiting for me, with women who feel too small

Not strong enough

Not wise enough

Not wild enough

For his savage soul

The soul that knows no limits or the difference between right or wrong

For the man hunting lovers and shadows and lust and power under the mask of a gentleman

Born from the place with no laws

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