Men…

Men lose pieces of self when luv turns the cheek. Emotions within isn’t supposed to be provoked by a woman who was nothing more than to leave. Pulling, tugging on who he is as a mate in the world just bcuz she can. Men have enough weight on the shoulders when all we want to do is to stop pretending to be a man. When a female isn’t the comfort of his escape he fades into the back of his mind. Losing focus in stares bcuz women cannot comprehend all of the other bs in his life. Men hurt too and it isn’t easy to submit to a friend worthy of trust. There’s a wall that protects the most sacred details of being free to luv. So to open the gates for a face to be the symbol of the desperation called hope. How he feels isn’t to be taken for granted or it’s back to living in the empty fulfillment of being alone. When she twists him beneath the layers of armor sighs are released right along with her. Bcuz deep inside is a fragile individual that wants the ease to realize worth. As a tear may fall when no other is around. To shed self from the deception of a foe in disguise lying out loud. Men ain’t weak but we sure ain’t immortal to say the least. It’s peace we seen in a luv’r that is so much more than a freaky beast. As fellas upon the planes we walk we cannot come from depths to show our true contents. Especially when we do we get ripped from ourselves when we’re simply attempting to living in time spent. We too get trapped mentally in a place we wish we cold flee. And unlike women it’s not just self men havta compete with as everything gets buried along with the thought of being free. For if we don’t stand firm everyone around us will believe we ain’t cut out to take our rightful place. When all we need to partake in the madness is a real friend that understands what it takes not to live with hate. As men look at females in the modern era as loose cannons wanting equality when it fits their needs. Just to point out the so called facts that some things are a man’s responsibility. As if they’ve ever seen a real man hold on to his sanity hidden behind eyes that close. Lifeless without passion is a man and yet it’s used against him by every naked body enjoyed with heated moans. So how is a man to give a woman the tenderness of his touch? When he finds himself to be in a battle to remain who he is bcuz she claims to be more of a man than who he is tainted by her skin laying flush. Just for him to havta get back to who he was prior to the chaos upon get fingertips. Men fall and men drift into a dwelling wonder of the capabilities of a woman’s lips. Slicing scars on the heart of a worthy compassion willing to be more than steal. Men do feel and we fear the uselessness looking back at us in ways we may never heal. We aren’t sponges but we absorb it all. And sometimes when meeting someone new we need a moment to thaw. Like a time capsule waiting to witness something we’ve never seen before. So we ain’t subject to having our use used by feet stepping on a floor. Men havta be the ones to suck it up and hide weakness from a society so relentless it tests him at any moments notice. As we lock the doors for a soothing set of hands that isn’t bogus. Men. We havta defend woman and self from them. It’s a merry go round of pointlessness when the the result claims good men. Quietly we just wanna forget every name we’ve ever been…