Once a man told me-

I like to fix a broken woman

He asked me next

If he could fix me

I don’t like broken men

They’re pretentious

They think we’re all broken

Except them

Once I told a man

I am a difficult woman

I am Olympus 

He started pretending to be Zeus

I don’t trust broken men

They’re sneaky

They hammer piton in our body

And think we’ll never find it out

Once a man promised me-

I won’t make a promise

He suggested my bags were heavy

He asked if he could help me to carry them

I don’t rely on broken men 

They’re weak

They will be buried under rock

If mighty Olympus falls