There is a quota
It will be met one way or another
By you or another
This need must be met.
Said quota is a desire
Arguably a burning need
Disagree all you want
This need must be met.
It mostly sets the sexes askew
They become inept umpires
Regulating psychological needs
This need must be met.
The woman must talk
The man must have sex
Each at moments deemed ludicrous
This need must be met.
Bleak ice-blue walls thickening still
All frosty; naught moist nor turgid
So cold. So polite. Desolate…
I have left her
I should be with you
Yet we are bereft…
It should be you here
It was all for us
Pyrrhic this victory.
Bleak ice-blue walls thickening still
All frosty; naught moist nor turgid
So cold. So polite. Desolate…
Everything happens in, and for a season
Every word for a reason.
Loyalty, I fear, is a an expensive tradeoff
Apportion trust deliberately thereof.
Protect yourself at all times
Against love, religion – all the sublimes!
To be forewarned is but divine courtesy
Lips ultimately leak evil you cannot see.
Even if you currently have no clue
Read again, and glean a truth or two.
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Abandoned caves, desolate tundras
Palpitating heart, hacking sobs…
Truth; you are always in my heart
Truth; is that you could not wait
Truth; we can never be what we were
My love was pure and honest
My love was open and playful
My love was lustful and naughty
I told you that, ‘I don’t share’
I told you, ‘I love you’
I told you that, ‘you are mine!’
Misty boughs, rainy valleys
Phlegmy nostrils, rheumy eyes…
I heard:-
I listened to you beg him
I heard you cajole and plead.
I listened:-
I gathered that you are a serial liar
I deduced that you are chattel
I treated; and called you ‘my queen’.
I looked:-
You looked me in the eyes and lied
You orgasmed severally impaled by me
You told me that you loved me
You; women, wonderful conundrums!
I am so disappointed in women right now
You leave me no choice really
You clearly do not deserve me.
I thought you were ‘the one’
You would have ruined my life
I was going to make you my wife.
It may be tomorrow
Next month, maybe next year
Truth is, ‘we’, died right ‘here’.
I will break your heart for this
I will make you suffer for this
I will break many many hearts for this.
I am so disappointed in women right now
You leave me no choice really
You clearly do not deserve me.
