I swear something deep inside of me must love broken men
See my brain knows better
but these legs keep opening
For immense pleasure
Whenever he pokes it in
Hurricane weather
A deluge of sin
I'm thinking forever
He, the minute that we're in
And oh how it gets better
When I say lover, he says friend
Come again?
Is that what people call this thing?
When it is within these walls
that he seeks shelter from harsh winds?
You see,
The world pushes him around so much he comes to me bent
So I straighten him out every time he comes in
Every time that he commands
And yet he struggles with commitment
When I put "my" in front of "man"
I am not insane
His pain, I understand
It mirrors my own
That is why I extend my hand
That is what I am taught that God recommends
That is why I choose to wait
In a drought for the rain
Despite all signs insinuating
no plant shall grow on these plains
I keep falling for them
Over and over again
Hurt people, hurt people
So, I have hope for these men
And when the relationship is over
I still hold on to them
Carrying on like a soldier
Anticipating broken pieces to mend . . .
even if it's in vain
It is who I am
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