69. for the gutless men & little boys, hurt once & frightened of being hurt again
for the gutless men & little boys, hurt once & frightened of being hurt again, for the liars, neurotics & the impotent, for the men who cannot love, do not come around, please do not ring me up, leave me alone, for the men who vow they have been hurt & who will never love again, please keep away, you are not welcome, for the rock stars who sing 'that bitch hurt me, that slut ran off with my best friend', don't bother to come again, i'm afraid something is being destroyed in me, each time i try to love, they don't let me love them, he was getting angrier by the minute, like a big snowball, white with rage behind his teeth, i backed away carefully inside, one day they might wake up to themselves & choose to change their behaviour, best to find out in a few weeks rather than a few months what they're really like, for the little boys, i'm sorry, if i had been your mother, i would have tried to look after you better, for the thirty-five-year-old little boys, time to grow up! |
