Well damn,

I think he got me.

I’ve been fighting everyone about everything:

Seriously, say adjectives I don’t like: I bring my sword to the fight.

Um, no I am not sorry.

I won’t say sorry.

I won’t go out with anyone who cancels

I don’t allow for any mistreatment

I make more money than most men I date

They stop texting: I don’t bother

I don’t allow for condescension

Or passive aggression

If Some guy says I’m too much, I respond: “oh I’ve got more”

This is who I am, dear chiefs

I’d not cross me, if you don’t want some grief.

I’m difficult. Damn right.

Again, as I’ve said: I’m all fight.

On purpose

Blatantly

with passion.

Speaking of passion,

a rejected man said to me, as he watched my intensity: “I can tell, your love has immense capacity; and anyone who gets it will forever be changed, for the better.”

Nailed it.

Oh yes, THAT’S the fire fight within me:

I know how big I can love—nuclear force.

It didn’t have to be this chaotic: but I brought it.

After that devastating bomb: all the sweet inside me was annihilated, caput, nada—gone.

what was left was poison radiation,

with a Siren’s song.

I don’t blame me, the atomic cost changed me. My protons broke apart, at my broken heart—with all their positive charge.

I’m now a mutant

like an Xmen

strike that I’m an XLady.

I’m that one kickass girl one…

oh yes: The Phoenix.

Yeah, I like that.

And you see: I’m now wild and driven

success: now a given.

I’m power.

Wait, I’ll say it again:

I’m POWER

Speaking of power: He looks like Superman.

Yeah, AND He calls me Anne.

Man, oh man: he’s such a man.

6’3, strong build

voice of a prince and phantom: it stills me—softly kills me.

You know, with its song.

I mean…

We just get along.

He lets me daydream and tell him.

And think and just tell him

He still wants me, and I just tell him.

Everything and I just tell him

And we talk. For hours. Mostly me.

AND he calls me Anne.

…and tonight, on the phone, I whisper “I really like talking to you.” And he says measured, dreamy, slow: “I really like talking to you too, Anne.”

And silence

romantic tension

let me not forget to mention:

We then inhale and exhale deep

And now:

 he has me

…damn

AND he calls me Anne.