Why do former lovers block their phone numbers when they call me? Do
they think that I might actually answer?
Heavens NO, the only people who would block their number to call my
private line are former lovers.
Why do former lovers send me cryptic text messages that say "I forgot
how awesome you are"?
As if I am going to be thrilled that they suddenly remembered my
superior greatness.
Why do former lovers call me to say that they are my fake boyfriend
and would like to come over?
Because they all want more love but I haven't any to give them. Which
is why my universal response to all attempts to re-establish something
that should have never been initially established is "have you run out
of other options?" Frankly, I think yes. Sorry, I will not be that
easy. So no, I will not return his phone call, I will not humour his
invitation, and I will not answer the door when he knocks upon it.
Why must they all initiate contact within the same week?
It must be the snow and the cold.
It makes them feel lonely and empty.
Perhaps they will one day realize that I, or any other woman for that
matter, cannot fill the void created by their own shortcomings.
I am not a therapist, I am just a secret romantic who is overwhelmed
by her unfailing optimism and faith in humanity, despite volumes of
evidence that contradict her convictions.
It is why I died in the inside when one of these lovers confessed his
unfailing devotion to a relationship that ended two years ago. What I
thought then was love is not compatible with what I know it to be now.
I wanted to fix him because he was broken but I couldn't and I can't.
I can move on.
Why can't they?
6 comments:
Because 95% of so called "men" are still in fact baby boys who think they can still get their way even if the don't deserve it.
Plus ummm... Your pretty f'ng cool!
Don't these guys know that you're formidably austere? Why try to attack the fortress when they can observe it from afar in peace (or get on with their own lives)?
I think my issues with men are precluded by the common denominator they all share, they are inadequate and unworthy. Perhaps it is about time I should date someone superior to myself.
Nice idea, but who could possibly fill those shoes?
Suggestions, of course, are welcome.
There has fallen a splendid tear
From the passion-flower at the gate.
She is coming, my dove, my dear;
She is coming, my life, my fate;
The red rose cries, 'She is near, she is near';
And the white rose weeps, 'She is late';
The larkspur listens, 'I hear, I hear';
And the lily whispers, 'I wait.'
My heart is like a singing bird
Whose nest is in a water'd shoot;
My heart is like an apple tree
Whose. houghs are bent with thick-set fruit,
My heart is like a rainbow shell
That paddles in a halcyon sea;
My heart is gladder than all these
'Cause Jacksonville is 6-and-3.
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