The Simple Things Women Want

The Simple Things ::

Respect. Show us through your actions that you respect our opinions, careers, interests, friends, bodies and minds. You don't have to agree with all that we say or do, but try to honor our opinions as valuable contributions. Follow the golden rule and treat us as you would like to be treated: Be honest, fair, kind, and considerate.

Sex. Yes, we love sex. But, Likewise, remember small physical touches like massages. One can never, ever, have too many shoulder rubs. And scratching our heads is pretty great, too.

Romance. It's another night on the couch with take-out and TiVo? Just because we're staying in doesn't mean the evening can't be romantic. Bring home flowers for no reason. Even the bouquets from the supermarket are enough to make us smile.

Time. We understand relationships can't be all wine and roses; simply making the time to be with us and treating us like your top priority says "love" more than all the fancy gifts and lovely letters ever could.

Communication. Women are vocal creatures. We know you love us, but it's nice to hear you say it, too. We can also be insecure. We wish we weren't, but the reality is that we often notice our wobbly thighs and forget about our gorgeous eyes. So let us know when you think we're hot. Tell us we're beautiful. It helps us feel good.

Consistency. This doesn't mean be boring and predictable. It means that we know you will (usually, no one is perfect!) give us the love and support we need. Knowing that you're coming at this with the same desires and energy as we are goes a long way to making us feel secure.

Engagement. You don't have to like everything we like (we might be a little concerned if you do), but showing interest in our passions, be it career-related, a sport or a hobby, goes a long way. Listen when we talk to you.

The Misery

I remember when I used to be inspired,
But now I'm just getting tired,
Because I've finally woken up,
And I don't like what I see.

I'm a lock without a key,
So it's dawned on me that I'm alone,
I'm a queen sitting on a kingless throne,
And the person who said they loved me,
I hardly ever see.

So I guess I should try to cut all ties,
But how can I say goodbye to my one ally,
So I'm lost and I'm scared,
Because this time my heart can't be shared,
This time I'm truly alone.

That moment when you realize you're on your own,
Is worse when you're surrounded by friends,
Who don't realize you're coming to the end,
Because you're falling fast.

You can hear the wind rushing past,
But still on the outside you stood there smiling with glass eyes,
Trying hard to keep acting,
And wondering why you can't cry.

And your heart is aching,
In fact you're pretty sure it's breaking,
And nothing can save you anymore,
Because your heart has finally tore,
And it's there in two, there's nothing I can do.

The Whistling of Emptiness

The Whistling of Emptiness

Whatever you want.
I'm standing on the edge of the cliff,
On my tiptoes, my arms spread out wide,
I'm not trying to catch anyone,
I'm hoping to be caught.

It's unlikely that anyone will catch me,
I'm not a child anymore,
I'm now just another face,
Another empty shell,
Another nobody.

The wind howling,
Is the imitation of my heart,
Hollow and harsh and so cold.

Nothing can warm me up,
I am ice, with a smiling face,
An internal blizzard inside me.

I am like the arctic, in so many ways,
Because I no longer have a heart,
Did you know that?
Frustration and pain is all I feel,
Constant anger coursing through my veins,
Causing years of self-pity and self-loathing to come forth,
The anger has a pathway straight to my tears.

Who am I to cry!
Just because,
I feel hollow like a rotten tree,
Bitter and twisted.

For that's what I am a rotten tree,
I look solid on the outside but inside I am festering,
Every piece of me I once knew,
Is being eaten away by the bitterness that is life.

Can no one save me from the maggots,
Carving their homes into that vessel that once held love?
That shell my heart,
Through people like her,
And her and him, and them
And cruel words and abandonment,
And tears, the fucking tears of pure weakness.

That shows my vulnerability already to the bastards,
Who I naively allowed into my innocent heart,
Slowly but surely turned me into a gnarled bitter tree,
Constructed by constant pain,
Constant numbness of love I must not deserve,
For who could ever love a beast.

For that's what I must be,
That must be why people leave me,
The constant lack of love I give, not being returned.

Because I don't deserve it...
Yeah that's it; I must be a horrible person,
I entice people with my Happy appearance,
So I don't have to be alone anymore.

But when they find out the real me,
I'm not enough,
They get bored,
They find someone better,
But why can't I be enough.
Oh yeah that's right,
I'm a bad person.