If I...were to dismiss you,
you'd beat me on the head,
and trap me in a cage.
If I...were to deplore you,
you'd brow beat me into submission,
and send me to my cave.
If I...wanted to love you,
you'd question every truth,
and slam down the doors that rationality can't explain.
If I...wanted to leave you,
you'd threaten to make me suffer,
then make good on your character and integrity,
all along playing the victim.
The hooks are secure and I'm struggling...
for some reason I will not come in,
and the pain is excrutiating,
I endure it stupidly, without understanding.
Some say women can take much more pain than men.
I think they're stupid pussies,
who have never owned their own domain,
and consequently have not encountered love before.
Maybe it's because I'm a crazy American,
to believe that love is pain,
who would love you if you simply let him,
without trying to cage the sometimes disturbing pets he hangs on his branches.
Without them, dear, he is utterly insane.
Think about this for awhile.
This dream is incomplete.
Nothing is without consequence.
It's unfair to rally against the lovely scent of roses,
because of their thorn.
It's unfair to say elephants are lovely,
only because you value their horns.
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