in this battle of the sexes
the language is cursive versus printing
eloquently spoken needs
applauded with neanderthal provisions
it’s not a women against men fight
one bruised person
dealing with the wounds of another
a battle where the piercing of softness
elicites a stiffness in gait
shuttering their ability
to walk, to breathe, to exist
it sounds almost incomprehensible
two lives are at stake
that are relatively comfortable
yet fragile but sane and psychotic
when past realities dominate
where fantasies indeed came true
yet the present doesn’t match
the picture of who they are now
it’s almost like wishing upon a star…
him opening up
sheltered in a loved one’s arms
betterment of self
Please dreamcatcher catch the perfect man. “He does not exist.”
***I know this from experience. 🙂
Inspired by Eugi’s Weekly Prompt – Dreamcatcher & Reena’s Exploration Challenge #175
I’m not gonna take less so you can enjoy more.
The New Breed
women seen and heard
a force to be reckoned with
rising to the top
mankind had enough
a revolution begins
changes are coming
In my moments of “you’re just too busy”
Your agenda is keeping you engrossed.
Interests pulling you away.
Mandatory manly needs more important at the moment.
Just an occasional shout-out would even feel ok.
Your work, so fucking important.
Your real duty, so obvious.
But I’m the needy one.
I’m the crazy one.
The demanding one.
Too fucking sad you got stuck with this woman’s impatience.
She’s beyond caring what your reaction may be.