I found this on the net just a while ago.
I really like it.... I wish I wrote it! Kahhahahaha
Guys
obnoxious jerks who are occasionally sweet.
They can't understand
why I would rather stay home and snuggle with him
on the couch on a black, wintry night than go out
with his friends and do guy things.
They say that they will call you right back and you
don't hear from them for days.
A splinter in our fingers,
a dagger in our hearts,
a tear on our cheeks.
or loving,
comforting?
Are they a warm blue blanket that's tucked all around
you when you go to bed and when you wake up in the
morning,
like a kiss
a soft caress
or a hug?
Why is it we let them lead us into their spell
almost as if it were a power they have over us,
beckoning,
like a chocolate cake to a dieter?
We let them hurt us
so we feel as though we've been beaten and battered
and then we make up.
They forgive us for the horrible thing that we've done,
leading us back
into the blackness of their power.