I guess it's sort of like an anthem.

women don't get enough credit.

women are strange creatures,
claiming to understand love,
and what it means.
sometimes using those four words,
permiscuiously, strategically,
better then the way men play
video games.
we pride ourselves in our
sexuality, our hips and curves,
and how you lust at the part in our shirt,
our lips, craving them on your skin.
we feed that desire,
biting our lips, touching our chest,
moving our hair and swinging the hips
we're so blessed with.
we'll deny this, until the end of time,
because we're the ones who feel
what it really feels like.
we always remember, we always remember,
incapable to forget.
once we've fallen for someone,
even if it's lust,
that desire in our chest and below our belt
will be just as strong as anyone else's.
we play games better then you could
ever understand.
laughing at every joke, touching your arm
softly, sweetly, caressingly,
we're warm and comfortable.
we know how to make you fall.
we know that its not really love
yet.
and so when she smiles at you,
laughs at your joke,
bites her lip, giggles,
touches her chest ever so lightly,
drawing your eyes in, turns her head,
flipping her hair, looking over her shoulder,
blinking slowly with a smirk and walks away
like she's floating,
know that she's playing your game.
better then you ever could.

relationships like knots.

it begins loose, small, inadequate,
almost like two ends are unsure
of each other.
they begin to intertwine, making sure,
to explore ever aspect, every possibility
over and under they loop,
causing the rope to with hold.
this stage, the knot grows slowly,
gaining momentum with every stride,
every stroke, every inch of skin that begins to be exposed.
hands start to explore places that were taboo
under shirts, under belts, through zippers down pants,
and once the knot reaches this point,
the knot grows, gaining strength,
when they're that sure, we pull tighter,
and things grow inside each other
the knot gets to the point where
it's so tight, so far down the rope
that even no matter how hard we try,
the knot cannot be undone, nothing can undo the knot any longer.
and once someone gets this far,
they will never be undone from the other end of the rope.

bitterness.

once you feel it, i promise, it will never go away. ever.
bitterness is ugly and horrifying. it fills up inside of you, a dark demonic liquid,
twisting and turning in your gut,
reaching past your heart, covering it in blackness,
past your throat, giving a bad taste on your tongue,
into your brain, leaving dark, masochistic thoughts,
turning you into a monster,
turns your face red hot, makes your body feel anxious,
until your whole being turns bitter,
your taste, your essence, your breath,
you. it takes over all of you.
and it will never change.