Men forgive, women don’t—
You should hear them talk about their exes.
For women, one day follows another,
And this perplexes.
That day was in sunshine,
And this one was in shade.
All that suggested this
Was how this love for you was made.
But I’m called out by the child
Who says my philosophy has no clothes.
Nothing is true but what we want.
And nothing else knows.
There is only desire,
And desire is how we live.
If we desire, desire, desire,
We forgive.