What a beautiful girl...

I looked up from my coffee, and there you were.

Walking along the store windows

off in your own little world

looking as innocent as a lamb in the woods.

But there I see behind you

several young boys watching you with glee.

No doubt they will try to mug you,

and I don't stand for that type of thing.

Leaving some cash and a tip, I leave.

I make a mental note that my counselor will not approve.

I just came out of a terrible marriage

the fourth one as a matter of fact.

My counselour has warned me to avoid the wiles of a woman

but you look so sweet and mild.

I step out of the coffee house

and quickly walk after the snickering boys.

I see why they would like you

all softness and curves.

I shake my head in disgust.

I won't think of you in that way.

I will not dishonor your body in this way.

I'm one of the few gentleman in existance,

and I will stay this way.

Your steps are like a gazelle's

in your pretty pink heels.

No doubt a small hint

at a still girlish way of living.

All pink shoes and curly hair

pinned back over your ears.

How I'd like to touch your hair...

your soft face...

your pink flesh...

your blood running fresh...

...but I am a gentleman.

Why can't all women be like you!

Youthful, fresh, clean, natural!

Your worst feature is the gobs of mascara on your large brown eyes!

Clean your face, beautiful girl.

Your eyes don't need anything to draw people's stares.

The boys before me pull out a knife.

I scoff, how tragic and immature.

Knives are not threatening to anyone with half a brain.

I used an axe on my first wife

when her hair started to turn gray.

My second with a lawn mower

purely an ironic accident

since she then refused to shave her legs.

My third was with a gun purley for convenience

you see she would just

never

shut

up

My fourth wife is still a mystery to me.

I'm pretty sure it was me,

but I can't seem to recall

They all blur together after awhile

The boys approach you like a pack of starving dogs

All teeth and malice, but no strength or resolve

You scream like the innocent lamb you are

I step from around the corner and bare my chest and arms

You see, I am a gentleman and I train like a real man

I'm far from skin and bone

I've spent so much time alone on the road

that my only peace is in marital memories and perfecting myself

Ha! The pissing cowards, they ran off in fear

I offer a gentle hand to you, just an offer if you need help up

Like a true lady you take it

You offer me thanks, and I simply show my hands

I'm just a poor man walking by

I just wanted to help was all

Your smile is so pretty...

Your eyes are so lovely...

Your smell is so heavenly...

It takes everything in me

to not taste your meat here.

Just one more time, I say to myself.

But no...

I'm a gentleman.

You offer to take me out to coffee, and I humble accept

I love the way your cheeks blush as I shake your hand goodbye.

As you walk away, I lick my palm

And shudder as I memorize the taste of your scent.

What a beautful lady...

And you'll make a beautiful bride.

My friend Sunitha told, one small story while I was studying engineering. In their house she and her sister were sleeping it seems. They heard a devilish laugh it seems.

Sunitha: Bhagya was telling that there will be ghosts. May be it is true.

They slept with fear it seems. Morning she explained the whole story to her younger brother it seems.

Sunitha: Two times we heard ghost laughing.

Brother: No, It was only one time. The ghost didn't laugh 2 times.

How do you know?

Both laughed it seems.

It’s funny how being nice is actually a weakness. Since we are like they tell you to be nice, to be kind, to love one other but what they don’t tell you is that being nice comes with a price.

Demons, monster, terrible things will latch on to you. Make everything your fault and always pretend they are the victims. You try to help but that’s not good enough. When you need help back in the closet, or under the bed they go.

You realize you’re alone. You surrounded yourself with monsters for as long as you could remember thinking that one day you’ll be good enough for them.

Slowly you become a monster not on the outside, like the others, but inside. You just get this feeling that begins to grow. You get angrier, smarter until finally you bust.

No longer do you want these monsters around you. You didn’t deserve to be stuck with them. Finally you see them for who they really are.

After this getting rid of them is easy because they stick in groups. You get rid of one, you get rid of all of them.

Sadly you are forced to watch another victim fall prey to them. They also are nice and kind and the monsters know. So they prey. Slowly converting their victim into another monster.

You try to help but it’s no use. They have to learn just like you did.