Wicked Girl

She met a man
Or rather, he met her, and she allowed him to meet her.

She accepted the flowers he brought her and kissed him back when he
kissed her, and kissed him without him kissing her first as well.

She allowed him into her bed and made the right sounds when they had
sex - she even enjoyed it. When he said 'I love you', in time she said
the answer prescribed, on cure, and with conviction -
the slight cloud in her heart and the buzzing thoughts in her head,
which sometimes kept her awake, she did not acknowledge.

When he described his dreams to her, mentioning babies and a house
together, she allowed him to have these dreams, and found them sweet,
although 'dream' was the right description for them.

When he looked so intensely at her whilst they had sex - which he now
called 'making love' - she pitied him, but still made the right
sounds.

When she kissed someone else she hid it from him at first, but after
the fourth betrayal she felt she wanted to tell him.

She told him and was quite impressed by his sudden display of macho
pride - of anger, of his backbone. Impressed that he made her feel
something - guilt.

She looked around her and saw how society built the frame and the steps
to it for people like her and him, with the only proper end of the
story being marriage.

She looked at couples sitting together on buses, and the subway, and
walking side by side in the park

and saw how few of them looked happy.

Eventually she became bored of the soap opera she felt herself a part
of - feeling more conventional than she ever had done -
and gave in her resignation.

She was at first impressed by his conviction that she was only going
through a phase,
then annoyed and ultimately amazed by it.

She felt a little guilty, but then decided there was no point.

She felt stronger along
Better out of the game
More whole and more in control
Standing alone
Sickened by the thought of in-love sex
Cynical of dreams

But hopeful of life.

She met a girl who said she liked girls and she allowed herself to
imagine breasts, lips and pussy

A dick seemed such a primitive baton

But with women too came negative feelings of sorts

Now she found herself in the other seat - craving affection rather than
putting up with it.

And finally she understood him.