She Doesn’t Date

She doesn’t date
 Or look for a mate 
 She ducks romance 
 With a polite “No Thanks”
  
 She’s learnt to avoid
 The promise of joy
 From nice looking men
 She’ll not go there again
  
 If one sends  a text
 That boldly suggests
 Meeting up for a beer
 She steers well clear
  
 She loves her home
 Likes living alone
 No emotional mess
 Drama or stress 
  
 Yes, sometimes she’s weak
 And remembers the treat
 Of a cuddle and kiss
 But she knows to resist
  
 ‘Cos when she falls she falls so deep
 She cannot eat she cannot sleep
 She will worry she’ll obsess
 She’ll be a total fucking mess
 Constantly she’ll want him near
 Cling on to him with all her fear
 Make him say he’ll never leave
 Love him ‘til he cannot breathe
  
 OH MY GOD HE HASN’T RUNG!!
 WHY DOES HE HATE ME? WHAT HAVE I DONE?
 WHAT IS THIS, SOME KIND OF TEST?
 OH WHATEVER HE ASKS I’LL SAY “YES”
  
 And when she gets into that place
 It’s a long climb back to somewhere safe
 And still the voices call her down
 Back into the stinking ground
  
 So she doesn’t date
 Or look for a mate
 She ducks  romance
 With a polite “No Thanks”