Some women will scribble your name in schoolbooks but never spit it out loud. Some women float away like dandelions. Some women bubble so much they spill over the side of your cup of coffee. Some women will leave a minty taste under your tongue. Some women say they hate you but they don’t. Some women are constructed out of paper. Some women copy others to make themselves feel good. Some women are as a juicy as a pineapple everybody wants the very next drop. Some women will call you and say wrong number sorry. Some women win without as much as a line of sweat on their skulls. Some women carry names inside their jean pockets. Some women want diamonds. Some women loathe other women but never explain why. Some women will tear you open like it’s Christmas. Some women live as if on the edge of a cliff. Some women want thin. Some women like big. Some women won’t care if you don’t party hard. Some women dance so well you will fall underneath the flashing disco lights. Some women have you as their favourite headache. Some women teach better than any professor. Some women hate the size of their *******. Some women swipe husbands and keep a tally below the floorboards where no-one has to know. Some women have been singed you could set them alight. Some women won’t do what you want them to. Some women count stars until they lose count. Some women click their heels and make a wish or ten. Some women can see their futures glistening in the corners of their eyes. Some women **** men with their lipstick. Some women know with just one look. Some women squeal as though a toaster has been tossed in the bathtub. Some women want three words three syllables to swirl manically through their veins. Some women would prefer it if you split the bill. Some women choose click-flicks over ***. Some women cheat when playing Monopoly. Some women are left-handed and until they write the wedding invitations you won’t even know. Some women are fake outside but real inside. Some women judge books by their covers. Some women bleed red if they’re feeling blue. Some women prefer Pepsi over Coke. Some women drive wildly because they can. Some women turn bad when they get drunk they won’t remember but you’ll never forget. Some women dread the moment anyone sees them with no clothes on. Some women are like morphine. Some women will watch you crawl away and laugh the sound smacking your eardrum again and again. Some women will treat you like their next cigarette. Some women will offer you their Vimto hearts beg you to keep them beating.
Written: August 2015. Explanation: A poem written in my own time without a great deal of thought. Not to be taken seriously. Inspired by 'The Matter' by Kim Addonizio. 'Vimto' is a carbonated fruit-flavoured drink from England. All feedback welcome. Please see my home page on here for a link to my Facebook writing page. NOTE: Many of my older poems will be removed from HP in the coming months.