He thinks she’s like the one who hurt him.
He thinks that all women are the same.
Pain blinded him and made him lose his insight.
Pain clouded his judgment and a good woman
braved his scolding and flogging.
Crashing her spirit, and softly killing her inside.
He made her pay for the mistakes of another woman.
He got lost in pain and became the man his father
warned him about, the woman his mother despised.
A bad boy, running the town with a stone face like a
wounded animal, disrespecting and stringing different
women a long –playing them like a game of cards and
hurting a loyal woman.
Echoes resonating with the silent sobs of his mother
haunting him each time he mistreated his woman
because of another woman’s mistakes.
She broke his heart when she constantly lied and
cheated. Using alibis to take advantage of his love
Talking smack about him to whoever cared to listen.
He couldn’t even go to the store any more without
the prying, judging eyes of society always snooping
in his business. Quick to accuse him for things he
didn’t do. Scrutinizing and testing his patience.
Playing mind games to have her way, using sex as
a weapon to get what she wanted.
She was unappreciative of his struggles and hustle.
An ungrateful Lois to a caring Clark in their own
Nothing he did was ever enough for her.
The more he tried, the more he seemed to push her away.
Building frustrations, confusion, more fights and arguments.
A Betrayal leaving him sad, paranoid and heartbroken.
A reason for all his trust issues and negative perception of women.
He became a liar and a cheater; sex became a sport to him.
Shielding his emotions with a fake facade to hide his
pain from all his pursuits.
The lines of deceit flickered through the eyes of his
woman, reminding him of pain and heart break.
Painful memories with each caress, sweet words rhyming
with disappointment, mocking his ego.
He developed a stereotype and labeled all women as liars,
cheaters, gold diggers, and whores.
No woman deserved his respect after what she did.
His thoughts drifted to a point where she hurt him.
Replaying past scenes and imagining that every woman
is out for his blood.
Putting her up on a pedestal and questioning her intentions.
Too cold for affection, self conscious to let her see his soul.
She was a potential threat to his heart, a photocopy of Eve
out to manipulate and break him.
He became a doubting Thomas and closed his mind to the
truth that all women are different.
Refusing to believe that there are truthful, honest women
with good intentions.
Judging all women based on her mistakes.
Losing himself in the process and missing out on the love
of a real good woman.
She isn’t the woman who hurt him.
She isn’t like all the other women.
She shouldn’t pay for her mistakes.