freckles

I met this gorgeous Australian
girl with freckles who always
smiled and said I was this
great guy,
so refreshing and new;
she wanted to take it slow.
once a week she came over
but her legs stayed closed and
the kissing got boring.
she told me not to fuck her
because she believed in God.
she told me about how great God
is and how I needed to discover him
so I could save my soul.
I told her I was a writer.
then one night I told her to stop
coming and she turned pale
and started crying as I walked her
to her blue nissan.
she came by next week anyway
and handed me a hand-written letter
about how much of
an asshole I was and
how in my poems I never
wrote anything about her.
I felt better being an
asshole than great,
I am also at a loss because
woman love both.
anyways she never came by
again and this poem is the
last thing to remember her by.
are you happy now?