The Ruin of Relationships

 

Proud men.

Why do I always fall for them?

They say pride comes before the fall.

In my case, I’ve seen it all.

 

The confident, self-assured, intelligent man

Draws me like a bee to sweet nectar.

 

But once entrapped in his sweet goo,

I find there is little I can do

To tame his wild ways

And focus his eyes to the light.

Because he keeps his head held high

And won’t look me square in the eye.

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