I don't think I was meant to be tamed. No wild thing ever truly is.
You will never see me with a white flag in my hand.
Churlish iron-witted malt-worm. Waggish shag-eared scullion. Whoresome weak-hinged whipster.
the raw deals. the double-crossing of a pair of heels. the unfinished meals. the faint aroma of performing seals.
the certain language two bodies speak in a dance. the chimera in a trance. the urge to transcend in every possible chance. the spark in a glance. Ah, limerence.
the series of know-how's. the classic battle of cat and mouse. the stone-cold house. the chain of broken vows.
the blackened eye. the bitter goodbye. the furtive sigh. the lonely breakfast with a toast and pie.
the stolen touches in the mist. the constant breaking of each other's tryst. that boy in the locker room I once kissed. the shooting star you missed.
the senselessness of a "love at first sight". the tango with the devil under a pale moonlight. the ex boyfriend who never put up a fight. the friendship that blossomed overnight.
the concealment of wives. the constant threat with kitchen knives. the wasting of lives. the painful truth that goes deep, that thrives.
the perpetuation of blatant double-standards. the dirty tricks with aces and cards. the philandering cowards. the men who glorify such act, fucking retards.
the slightest hint of self-mockery. the never-ending acts of drama, passion and tragedy. the masquerade of the aloof, and the feisty. the reign of the no queen - ME.