shunned....

The secret sounds my heart thumps are silenced so no one can reach the scars with fingertips that’s been chard. I’m merely an attraction to eyes that have a visual satisfaction summoned in my direction for selfish representations. My mind bends with thoughts to sidestep the hide and seek gain others twist into a plot to find time to attempt to invade my life. Meeting the guard at the forefront that appears to be harsh. Yet,  I’m protected with a hardened exterior impenetrable by hands wanting to touch me from afar. I've created the distance between us that's an entire boundary unwilling to luv a trust that breaks down to true form on the other side of a new rush. I’m off limits beyond the shallows in which dames dive into a fella’s grip. The grasp just isn’t worth the confusion of being hurt as words switch up to dial numbers to speak of sacred conversations used as dirt. I don’t want, no not since I’ve decided to explore me even sidestepping truths wanting me to be their whore doing chores. I need not the disruption a female can cause for myself isn’t ready to go ten toes up and pale. My use is greater than the mental influence to pretend to be a women that they seek quietly bcuz masculinity definitely dismisses their offering as less than individuality. The same ol' game of being picked apart to become a version of a man in their mind is insane as there’s only one escape. Shun them off as a want when it’s necessary to communicate when being called love, sweaty and fun just bcuz it sounds appealing to nibble on lusts. Titles are for those who confuse faces and names to keep the tongue safe from exposing how everyone forms the line in the post relations with the guilty expressions upon truth face. I’m just not the same as the others for my name is mine and I don’t believe in the hype of sliding in and out of in the between her thighs. So, no thank you is where I reside