Fragile limbs.

You cannot love me, 
I’m not that type of girl.
I have messy hair & cobwebbed tights,
fragile skin, lips of lust.
I need it gentle,
but get it rough.
I can’t stand this loneliness,
so i’ll settle for less.
I don’t want them,
I’ll let them run.
No care for love,
that’s just another heartache on my back.