A man’s job – I used to feel – was to disappoint a woman: that,
anyhow, had been the experience
I had seen.
And I so wished it had been different: and
I so wished I could have found a woman who
loved me in such an ahhh!
which would lead
me to believe love was neither one thing
nor the other:
not that hurt which’d
make me weep myself
But then today I read the following lines (or some such stuff which kinda went this way):
“Love didn’t hurt you.
Someone that didn’t know how to love hurt you. 😦
Don’t confuse the two.”
It’s taken me almost thirty years to realise
this: and thanks to
technology, I now see it damn
I just wanted you(s) to know this.
And now you