Simultaneously we can relate…

I can’t test you any better than the next man. I’m hardheaded and don’t put up with mindless rants. You’re not beneath me but I’m not gonna argue to be me, and I’ll be damned if your goons lead me into your long lost dreams. Emotion, tread, I can’t act like a woman. My masculinity isn’t egotistical although I am one man. As there’s no chance to alter who I’ve come to luv about myself. No, I don’t need your help. I can do everything on my own within spatting nonsense of it on social media like females do. Recognition isn’t a necessity I wish to put to use. I like the silence of a peaceful life. The slow breeze humbling the thoughts behind my eyes. I don’t want the chaos of being controlled. Not while I crave you just to be told no. The games dames play isn’t for someone like who, you refuse to realize I am. I don’t fail those I care about. And I’ll havta be forced to turn away if all the good goes south. Just know, bad habits for me aren’t to hard to break. You’re just a pretty face. I’ll forget your name quick once you cross lines to fulfill your selfish remedy. You will never be the end of me. I will never cater to over emotional discomforts that plague my heart. And mind fuckin me isn’t going to be your work of art. I can’t cheat me so I won’t treat you like a stepping stone. As my actions are my passions on display in my home. And no, we can’t share luv. Our individual feelings are for us. Simultaneously we can relate but that’s it. Don’t ever believe without you a can’t live. Yet, know your worth and the presence you have. Use me not to misuse me and keep to the facts. We are not one in physical form. Your femininity is a priceless feature that I would so adore. But staying in your lane is where you belong. Giving yourself as the prize as long as you comprehend things can go wrong. There’s no harshness in my words that seem hazardous at first. I simply would rather be the best version of me than the worst…