I dreamt about you again last night.
Nothing bad nothing raunchy,
I guess I just miss you.
I'll admit it
I made a mistake.
You said yes to me
I said no to you.
Perhaps we weren't
meant to be.
It isn't that easy though.
Is it ever
that easy.
If you weren't
meant to be mine,
why don't you leave
my mind?

Want to know
what I think?
The fates had something
absolutely, grand
planned for us.
Those three
twisted, dastardly
women had given us
to each other
at the wrong time.
An issue that they only
make once every eon.
I would love to call
them and complain.
Instead, I dream about
you every single
night, and cry about
you every morning.

Love
That is twisted fate,
Fly you higher than you've ever flown
Love will pick you up
before
And then drop you
Maybe it will catch you
You'll never know until you are in place 
In faith
Maybe it wasn't love,
What a cruel twisted fate

Now read in reverse

my womanhood
is a loaded pistol
and many men have tried
to wrestle it
from me

I would gladly go back
as I am
to make you suffer
the things
i am still
trying
to
recover from

you weren't ribbons or butterflies
you were steel wool and butcher's knives

if i think too hard about the things you deserve
i am then too close to violence