“A woman will never do again what has been done before”
Mark Twain
Ah, if only that were true
In this I (and others too)
have failed miserably
He, my nemesis,
My folly
Him I followed over
continents
Feeling the pain of rejection
bitter as bile
Too much lust,
too little knowing
Many mistakes are the same
Forever entangled in
his web
I am none the less wary
When he blithely returns
to rattle me
like a spider
with
his meal
