me is a term...

There go you trying to luv me again when all I need is a friend. And you can't be accountable for your uncontrollable emotions again and again. I never lied nor told you I'd keep you close to me.  So don't go doing too much when I'm just trying to live a lil before feelings mix with lusts on the outside of daydreams. And yeah, I could write you something sweet to make you nibble you lower lip. But who would I be if I lured you into knowing it was me to be missed? Go ahead and call me a monster or tell me I'm broken.  Just remember I'm not the one who's willing to give without a reason. Sometimes it's okay to be alone and still be able to live. So, ease on up with the tenderness that's free for the claiming of forever like it's possible to give. Short and sweet I'm not a woman and I like the man that I am. I'm not complicating you the way you're making this a li too uncomfortable to keep on lending you, my hand. Rest assures if you'd expect less and feel the flow moving the way it knows how too. You'd come around to realize the individual within me that isn't so easily exposed to the woos. But here you are, coming on strong like you don't have a chance to ever get close. And yet, you're standing before me all up in your feelings because I'm a time capsule awaiting a real friend to know me so i too can go home. Where would I be if you left and I was alone with yet another broken promise that lied? Hi. I'm not for the bullshit, but I thought I mentioned that prior to any interest came to life. Or is it, you believe you can mold me into a figment roaming in your imaginations wet dream? Please, there's no chance to capture me sexual desires if that's the angle of your mission to receive me. You failed. All hail. I still prevail as me without a glimps of who I can't be altered in to. Me is a term I don't give to anyone to use. Figure as much when you reach for someone not like those you've come across. Straight up and honestly speaking, this is where we pause. As I await on your untamed response to tell me what it is I need to do. Because men don't bow but we do bend slightly to show a bit of depths throughout a day calling for a truce. To get away from the weight of a world so relentless on demanding us to stay intact. So, if you could stick to the facts. It would be a sigh unheard as the possibility of me resting my head on your lap could be a thing. Just relax and be the woman that earns a friend the way I will when nights tend to evolve into bodies that cling. Until then, slow your roll and quit expecting a fella to allow you in. I already know what comes from the silliness that foolishness represents. Long nights and wonder that ain't worth the thought process it takes to redefine self. I don't need your help. I'd like to just be left to my own free will and see where life goes. anything less I can go find myself a hoe. Truthfully speaking I'm prolly not what you're used to by far. I'm me so be you and never forget who you are...