She’s a little sadomasochist
With narcissist tendencies.
They thought one day she was the symptom
But she was truly the disease.
Found her in a graveyard
Petting a long dead cat.
Lightening struck that area 20 times,
But never where she sat.
Crying wasn’t an option
She’d never pay that toll.
One thing women never realize
Is they are completely in control.
You can talk to her in anger
Call her all the dirty names.
Apologize like an ignorant fool,
But she’s already played these games.
Damage done in haste one day
Led to a sleepless night
It was more of what came from his mouth
Than thinking about the fight.
When she speaks of him it is deafening
She always wears a frown.
I asked her if she’d continue the battle
Then I saw her lay her sword down.