It Wasn’t She Was too Beautiful for Him

He remembered when she was young
and beautiful forever,
the most beautiful woman
he’d ever seen.

He recalled when he got up the nerve
to finally ask her out on a date
and feared because she was so beautiful
she’d turn him down or wonder
what made him think he was worthy of her.

As expected, she turned him down
and crushed his dreams of being with her
and treating her as well as he could.

Things got worse when she accepted a date
from a guy he knew was no good
and treated women like shit.

Years later when she’d been through
six bad boy guys and was old,
no longer beautiful and alone,
and her beauty no longer
clouded his rational mind,
he realized he was always
too nice a guy instead of
the bad boys she preferred,
and he knew a relationship with her
would never have worked out.

Bob Boyd

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Author: BobBoyd

Quomodo cogis comas tuas sic videri? 79, cancer survivor, work out 3 times a week, ride my exercise bike 2 hours daily. Began writing poetry October 2023, living in Greensboro, North Carolina, originally from just outside of Boston, MA. Retired and enjoying a solo, reclusive life always researching and gaining knowledge. Most of my poems are fictional. I write about many things: Spirituality, Mysticism, the Paranormal, Cryptids, Werewolves, Ghosts, 411s, Nature, Birds, Animals, Romantic Love, Death, NDEs, Women Persecuted as Witches, Fictional Characters I Create, News Stories, AI, Robots, Insects, like the poem entitled, Hail Caesar Bob, (about when bees were swarming me outside the door to my apartment), and many other topics. I write a minimum of 3 poems daily, sometimes more.

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