Non-negotiable

I’m not blind, and I’m definitely not stupid. I vet people on social media and I investigate like I work for the CIA or FBI, because people expose themselves without realizing it. What you think I can’t see, what you assume I don’t know… I already saw coming. Patterns are loud, and behavior is often predictable, especially if you know anything about psychology or how to read people, and I do. Also I feel energy and still have access to records research platforms.

If I can’t trust you in rooms I’m not in, including your social circle, then you definitely do not see me clearly. Don’t mistake my awareness for insecurity. I see exactly what you choose to show when you think I’m not paying attention.

So please don’t approach me after spending your time following and engaging with half-naked women, feeding into that constant stream of fantasy, and then expect me to take you seriously. I don’t care if they’re “just friends” or whatever excuse you attach to it. It shows me exactly where your attention is.

If chasing quick dopamine matters more than having some semblance of self-control, I already know everything I need to know. I give chances, but please don’t mistake it for tolerance. Once I’m done, I’m done. My cutoff game is sharp, it doesn’t miss, and you will feel it.

I don’t compete with other women, and damn sure not sleazy ones. I’m not a pitstop, and I’m not here to fill gaps in your attention. If that’s what you want, join the other dumbass men willing to suffer through these women that use them for money, validation and likes. 

This isn’t insecurity. These are my standards. This is self-respect. I have boundaries. I’m not competing with a feed, and I’m not entertaining half-ass divided attention. I don’t care what other men or other women say or do. 

So don’t even bother, because that isn’t respecting me, and I absolutely do not accept this behavior. I respect myself too much. 

I have been burned by that bullshit of they’re “just friends”. If you want a woman that is open to being disrespected and is okay with you jerking it to any chic willing to show her tits and ass, trust that I am not the one for you. 

This is non-negotiable for me. I value myself and my time. 

Pages laid bare

Your eyes speak your poetry,

please fill the pages laid bare

And I, before you

begging for the stroke of your pen 

Dip your ink in love 

and draw your name tenderly on my skin

Bouquet of Fire and Moonlight

I am more than a flower you can pick. 

I am a bouquet of beauty; the scent of desire, the fragile petal and graceful stem, alive with color. 

A quiet fire burns at my center, breathing life into an unforgettable garden. 

I stand tall in the sun, and in moonlight, I bloom.

Soft spoken, because silence has teeth marks when you’re biting back the truth.

Even unfulfilled intention leaves a foot print in the real world.

Necessary

A necessary death, before the beauty of rebirth. 

“Lay down your sword, stop fighting, stop confronting, stop dealing with objections and difficulties, and let your wounds heal.”

Versions of us

Some versions of us exist only as bridges and they are
tender, trembling things that carry us across
until they ask to be left behind.
We grieve them.
And we move on.