What Is It?
You ask
what is the matter
with men
who spread their seed and scatter
like rats from sinking ships
when the first bloom of love
still tingles upon your lips?
You weep
what motive drives
their minds
to wreck-up innocent lives
of sweethearts who never should
be granted life sentences
to lonely motherhood?
You scream
what is the deal
they know
just how you feel
about their pledges of true love
punched through your defences like
steel fist in velvet glove?
You know
that it is this
from deceit
of the first word or kiss
if you give your soul to man
he might tear your life to bits
he may do it for he can.
And you may let him.
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