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This man- why does he want to be with me?

What is it in me that he sees?

I’m not very nice- I always talk shit

And everything he says- I disagree with it

We have little in common- not much the same

Are my love making skills the reason to blame?

Did I work it so well that he’s here for life?

Did I get him sprung and now he wants me as wife?

I don’t care for him as much as he thinks

When it comes to finding men- it seems that I’m stuck in a jinx

I’m never satisfied- they have to be a certain way

I think I hold them to the standards of Dave

Maybe I’m not ready to be with a new man

I might need some space to work out a plan

My life has started over and I have so much time

And being with a man is always an uphill climb

Actually being alone feels sublime…

But back to the point of the poem I write

Why is this man wanting me every day and night?

How do I tell him I just want to be me?

There’s no room in my heart for him to be

I like the serene darkness of my home

When I come home at night to get in bed all alone

I can walk around naked and I don’t have to cook

But if the plumbing goes bad- who will take a look?

If I need a nail hammered and I need to see if it’s straight

What if I want to go out on a date?

Should I be alone or should I give him this go?

Why the hell am I asking you? I’m the only one who knows…