Woe is the tender heart

Dear Woman

I both hate and love you at the same time. You are both bashfull and bold, coy and brash, shallow and deep, all at the same time. I'm confused and still I know what logic tells me but can't do what needs to be done.

Some of you are beautiful creatures, like some mythical animal that walks alone in the forest. Others of your kind are cold-hearted she-bitches that do nothing but prey on the hearts of men.

White and black. Rich and poor. Love and hate. You are the very definition of contradictory life. I will never understand you, but you will always be close to my heart. My soul may be shattered, but it's not all of your fault. It's also partly my own for letting it get near your sharp teeth, your black soul and your tender kisses.

-Man