what he said when he broke up with me during sex because I was too tender.

I want to fuck and not make love.
Give me your sword and not the dove.
I need to be objectified,
And leave romantic strings untied.

We had a deal, since this began.
You knew the way this river ran.
You can’t divert its course alone,
You’re just a leaf and not a stone

I know I said “I love you,” first,
But you’re your best when I’m my worst.
So get your heart out of this game,
Cause I’ve already done the same.

My heart has crossed the Rubicon.
It’s born to roam, and now it’s gone.
We’re staying at the river, here,
And going at it, spear to spear.

Unsheathe your steel and I’ll draw mine
We’ll lunge and parry, six and nine.
Give me your sword and not the dove,
Cause fuckers fuck and suckers love.