I maintain, that the only woman worth chasing
is the woman who will reject you, certain sure.
Is this a masochistic motivation?
No.
It’s your desire
against, the woman’s desire
It’s your faith
against, popular taste
To be a connoisseur of wine
that yields eternal life
and not to drink anything else
until you die.
If not women, you must find something that rejects you
again, and again
that won’t take you, as you are
that can’t appreciate
your talent.
Writing is my bitch that won’t love me
She laughs, with cruel sarcastic wit
while I pray, for the strength to go on
I have never been able to approach women with the same regularity as writing
If I get to my elder years
and the young men have beautiful wives, it won’t bother me
but
if I become old, without the love of my sadistic bitch
I do believe
I will cry
because she has chosen
many men
with talent
while rolling her eyes,
at my unreciprocated love.
Intellectual Shaman 
Love this personification of writing. I’ve been playing around with the idea of my golden lover, my writing voice, through my poetry. It’s such a complicated, beautiful thing.
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Yes–writing has no limits… That’s why I like it! I’m so glad that you enjoyed the poem Bridgette and got something out of it! 🙂
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Strange I have never thought of writing other than a friend — I can fill it with mistakes — but it still makes sense to me at least — It is always there – fair or foul weather. I think you may be confusing – the writing with the reader or perhaps with your own judgment of your writing. This also reminds me of something that Nietzsche wrote — ” “Discovering that one is loved in return really ought to disenchant the lover with the beloved. ‘What? this person is modest enough to love even you? Or stupid enough? Or-or-”― Friedrich Nietzsche, Beyond Good and Evil.
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