I’m not doing this for you.
Look at me.
I don’t want to prop you up and wake you up to your divine self.
You don’t need admiration or attention.
You don’t need to know “you’re handsome” all the time.
You know you’re fine. And sublime.
I love your imperfections and inflections and the way you carry your chest.
Let me confess…
The body is a vehicle for your soul so if you like soulless hoes then you gotta go far…. away from me cause I see what beauty lies beneath your crooked teeth and perfect ass.
Step aside don’t ride with me unless you’re the ride or die guy for me.
I don’t think you’re man cause you fucked 3 in one night. That’s not your might or your delight.
I love your mind. You make my brain tingle, and then I realize the prize of life is in your eyes.
I dive inside your mind and find myself naked to those emotions I guard in my heart shaped metal box.
I Let go of the hate and anger that I so staunchly support to thwart any really deep feelings form growing in my heart.
I fall apart. cause it’s too real for me. What a shame I don’t do myself one better.
And let you come in to my life…become my man my mentor my muse.
Yet I self abuse. I’m such a coward with my life.
I get run over again and again and for what, so I can suck another dick? And then?
It doesn’t seduce me , include me or soothe me…
I let others take over and walk all over me.
You’re over me.
Yeah Right.
No one else fits like me and you know it….
Good night.
Eleana Kouneli 