She said to me I tasted like a overripe cherry,
I told her she tasted like dust.
I told her she tasted like a storm, an electrical one,
I told her it wasn't good weather for setting off,
But she still smiled and unfurled a sail.
She told me I didn't listen and I sounded like the ocean,
I told her, her words were like a black hole
And I didn't have an airlock,
I told her she was the tears after a hurricane,
And her words were like dead leaves on the ground,
But still she talked like she was the universe.
She told me I loved like i like always letting go,
I told her I'm not a lifeboat,
I told her I'm an anchor that hasn't be winched up,
And I dragged along the murky bottom of her love,
And I was too strong to keep going,
And still she said she loved me when I'm weak.
She said I ****** like it was going out of style,
I told her that this wasn't the trend,
That I was old-fashioned and sonnets cried in bed,
Are worthless as the air they're written on,
I told her that ******* wasn't the problem,
And still she laid there bare and pen in mouth.
I said I am not a conditional type of person,
And she said I'm not a red pen waiting to mark your wrongs,
She said I wasn't good enough to waste the time on,
Trying to put together in her mind,
Because love should be easy.
So I said no, but it shouldn't be this hard.

This is a new angle for me....rather an opposite to those men who treat women like objects
Best reading whilst listening to this....http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N8LZGQ4MkvQ*


I don't think you get, me.
You. Do. Not. Understand. 
I am not like those other girls.
I do not want to lie at your feet. 
I do not want your secrets,
I couldn't give a flying ****
about your absent mother,
or your lost abusive father. 
Your pain does not bother me
in the slightest.
But i know you will **** me like i understand it,
You will **** me with your grief, despondency and pain
You will **** me like you're hitting them with your words.
You **** me like you're ******* the world,
Sticking ******* up at 'them'.
I know this.
I know you.
I know what you're all about.
I smelt it in the air,
caught your scent.
As soon as we met, 
I had you at ten-to-two.
I listened with my big-ole-blues,
and made the right noises,
touched you in the right places,
made you protect me from the ghosts you told me were there
I made you believe.
I gave you one or two whisps of a my story.
To be truthful?
You aren't the man for my heart,
No sonny jim,
my wee man,
You aren't strong enough for my battlefield,
You have no more strength than you think you believe.
Your ****** prowess becomes your gun,
you **** me, BOOM
you think you've won.....
Hands on heart....?
Oh **** me, please....
(And that has two meanings, by the way)
You think i lie here for you?
No i lie here for Me.
I don't want no musclebound man 
who means with his heart what he says.
The easy ***** are far better these days. 
Coming from men like you.
I'm not ready for that ****, 
Love and romance, 
woooaahhhh not one ******* bit.
****** up lil cutie.
I'll make you mine, come here you lil beauty.
(Sorry to slip a rhyme in there, then and now,
makes it more interesting, more, i don't know how)
And **** me sideways til Tuesday,
I'll make you be the King of my World.
Ha.Ha Jack my boy
****. me. Like. You. Mean. It.
Doesn't mean i am a two-bit *****
just know I've found a man i'm looking for,
and i'll stick around til he's spent all his bullets 
And walk out the door.
To a new bar.
Silently as i sit here with a gin and tonic.
Silently laughing.
*******, ironic.
And you thought you had me at hello.....