My Type (Poem)

I could fall in love with anyone
Longer than mine dark hair and fair skin
Buzzcut on blonde and even fairer 
As tall at 6’3 
Or as short as me
They could love D&D and video games 
Or fishing and shooting that 10-point buck 
They could be addicted to coffee 
Or just get a hot chocolate 
He could have a king-size bed 
Or sleep on a couch
He could quote to me, VeggieTales Jonah
Or Halloween with Michael Myers
He tells me I am a Solomon 4:7 woman
Or he doesn’t compliment me at all 
My heart doesn’t have a type
Or maybe it does 
My type is the one who loves me like an addiction or not at all 
My type loves to swim and then watch me drown
My type plays music and makes fun of mine 
My type is the one who begs for forgiveness but never repents
My type is the one who walks down the road and stares at me the whole way down
My type loves to forgive and forget until he’s pissed again
My type wears a fake mustache and pretends to be someone else
My type loves me like bullet holes, he shoots until he tears me apart 
My type takes hits off his cigarette so he doesn’t hit me
Instead of diving into books, he dives into another girl's thighs 
Instead of loving me, he loves a woman on a screen 

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