I guess I finally found my inspiration. It was too long to put into one sitting, so I decided to split the poem up. So... here's the "First Part" of The Woman Who Hated Love. If you'd like to read "The Man Who Hated Love," the link to that is here.
------------------------- The First Part ---------------------------
She told me, "Fuck dudes.
No, really, fuck dudes.
I used to want to be in love, but if this is what love is,
then I don't really need this, because I really hate feeling wasted and abused"
I know this young lady, she's got a beautiful soul
But over time, it's been hardened and she no longer seems to know
Or think that love is something worth fighting for
She grew up at least believing there was something in store
She only knew her mother, but her grandparents were a literal
couple of role models to her
What they had between them, she hoped to replicate one day
Appreciated how Pawpaw went out of his way
for Grams, and how Grams always had waiting for Pawpaw nice things to say
Princess dreams and she wanted to be Charmed,
but Blessed Charmed, not Lucky - hoped her heart would never be harmed
Had her wedding planned out when she was barely nine years old
Bore a heart of gold but couldn't have anticipated a world so cold
Found her first love in the fifth grade, they bonded over Power Rangers
She was Pink, and he was her Black Knight
Maybe she took it too serious, they were both just kids
Maybe she was too young for pining after and gifting and missing him
Maybe she watched soaps with her Grams too much and that set a tone
So when she saw the boy kissing another girl, she felt done wrong
called him out and slapped him by the swings, intended to embarrass him but
she felt embarrassed too amongst all the laughter
Especially when she was the one who got sent to the Principal's office
After that, up to high school, she mostly worked and kept to herself
Her girlfriends tales' made her curious about sex but she claimed to focus solely on wealth
Did well on her own, asked no one for help
too shy to cheerlead but campaigned to graduate with Honors
of course, the types like her, subtle and more likely to be caught praying
Were the very types upon which dudes up to no good were likely to be caught preying
upon
as a sophomore, got caught slipping at prom, and let a guy slip inside
of her heart as well as her body, then he infected her mind
And the injection was so intense at times, that she even found him penetrating her thoughts
Was this it - the feeling she'd been anticipating since she was a little girl?
This feeling, this falling, making a space for him in her world
Trusting him with her secrets, staring deep in his eyes
Caught up in the Rapture like Anita - slow jams playlists got her open wide
She graduated high school convinced that she'd met The One
He helped her move into her apartment at college, and she was the faithful-est girlfriend
Sought involvement on campus and dismissed other suitors with the quickness
- though she'd be lying if she said a well-suited man in a shirt and tie wasn't her weakness -
She heard it all - every possible line, solicitation, suggestion
But if she was nothing else, she was loyal; even flirtations were out of the question
Called her man every week, insisted that he come visit her
He told her all the right things, said his schedule was too tight for it
Suspicions arose that she chose to ignore -
with no evidence, she figured, why bother to provoke a fight for it?
But she would be forced to learn in due time,
that a happy heart sometimes offsets a sound mind
