Don’t let the world make you stiff.
A man has made you believe that you are insane, as he confused you into disbelief.
Causing you to confuse hardness for strenght, silly woman you are not crazy!
You see, we as people label those who are more knowledgeable than we are “insane” because we are envious of their gifts and strenghts.
Your inability to feel and understand is considered an ability to survive.
So let him call you crazy, for it only means he is no fool, and he knows what your capable of and that nothing can get through you.
He knows you are real, as real as they get, and that you are gifted to feel emotions some can’t yet comprehend.
So go ahead and feel deeply girl, and cry, laugh, love how you need to and proudly be “crazy.”
Because you should be smart enough to know that your strenght is not defined by your emotions and neither is your insanity.
It’s called being human.
How long will this go on for?
What will be the results of these games?
and if this ends, I can’t help but wonder, after you what comes next?
“I’m surprised you don’t have a boyfriend yet?”
Why do dudes say shit like this?
It’s like saying you “NEED” a boyfriend, or there is something wrong with you because you don’t have a boyfriend.
I don’t NEED a boyfriend, as a matter of fact I don’t even WANT a boyfriend.
What can a boyfriend do for me that I can’t do for myself?
What I’d like someday is a partnership
I’d like a teammate…
Someone who has my back, who supports me, appreciates me, respects me, acknowledges me, and is going to be my partner in crime.
Someone who won’t run when life gets hard, who won’t give up on me, who will respect me even if I’m not present, and who will stick besides me hand in hand.
Someone who won’t try to run me, or make me feel uncomfortable in my own skin.
Someone who has his own persona and understands I have mine.
Someone who I can trust and believe in.
Someone who is my escape, where I feel better even when the rest of my world seems like it’s crashing down.
I want a real teammate, a best friend, a real guy who is truly down for me.
I don’t NEED or WANT a boyfriend…
I’m too old for that childish shit.
I’m not looking for someone to run, control, or have on some leash.
I want true monogomy and respect.
I want a partnership.
She made a promise to herself, not because she wanted to shut and lock all the doors to love.
She made this promise because the pain from the games were still too raw.
She knew her worth, exactly what she wanted, and what she very well deserved.
So she laid her offer on the table and walked out that door with all the hurt.
As she shut the door, she felt the fear drifting and a proud feeling in her chest.
She knew that if she kept her promise, it would all be worth it in the end, for the one who got to taste her body again would be the one to never hurt her or let it end.
or if you’re chasing 3,4,5,6,7…
It’s all a fun exploration until you get the wrong one pregnant, or lose them all including the main one you wanted.
Focus and be very careful.
Sometimes even the best players, can lose to their own game.