Dave Hughes: Women

They would accuse me,
of being cold,
uncaring,
weak,
hurtful,
a cowardly user,
a worshiper at my selfish temple of hurt.
Some of which,
I was.
Ultimately,
I wouldn’t be the man,
that they,
had decided they wanted me to be.
So,
they would leave me,
blame me,
and find happiness,
with some evil bastard,
who would treat them,
like a subhuman cum dumpster.
And yet  for some reason,
their opinion still mattered…

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