She preferred a gangster not a poet S.e.x not love Drugs and alcohol not tea and ice cream Clubs and partying not picnics and romantic walks She preferred a domestic life, violence, and insults Not a peaceful life, tender care, and poetry She preferred a busted lips and a black eye Not a goodnight kiss and breakfast in bed It kills me seeing you like that! That will be my Burden seeing you suffer like that because I was not good enough for you~LostPoetFromHeaven