The truth is I
understand you.
Your bite and your
sneer
And your perfectionist
rage.
I understand why you
deploy beauty
Like a fleet of
bombers.
I get it, how you have
to keep
The world at a whip's
length
And how in the absence
of strength
Your fingernails and
teeth will
Have to do.
Somewhere along the
lines
You learned to grip
tight,
To perform with bitter
lips
The way some alcoholics
Become achievement
addicts.
It's not hatred of men.
You make out like a
chauvinist
Just for convenience,
It keeps the seas
parted.
The way you say, 'fuck
you'
Is sexy, not because
I'm a masochist,
Not because tearing the
world an arse hole
Day after day is good
practice,
Or becoming of a bitch.
No. It's because
If it's a choice
between you and the abyss
You always choose you.
And that's more than I
could ever do.
Maybe I never loved
you.
Maybe it wasn't
compassion.
Maybe it had fuck all
to do
With damsels,
distresses
And white knight
complexes.
Maybe I just understood
you.
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