Nice guys

 Nice guys 
They say they 
Finish last 
And maybe, girl
It’s because you had to discover
That the bad boys
Burn out 
In toxic flames 

Perhaps you are 

Looking for something 

To fix, but

All that fixing is exhausting

And your knuckles are bruised

Your nails torn 

From constantly

Having your hands in the engine

Only after do you discover 

That the nice guy 

Doesn’t need your hands bloodied

Because he wants to hold them 

He doesn’t need you to fix him

Because he fixes himself 

Because he is stable 

And will make it to the 

Finish line 

Without a single one of your tears 

For fuel 

He runs on your smiles 

Instead