The fad…

You’ll realize what you some have. All the lil things that create the perfect picture. The best case scenario. The, missing pieces that will turn you into a bitcher. You’ll over look the details of what it is I have to offer. My own comforts. My willingness that goes unnoticed. Bcuz there’s no pleasing a woman who’s undercover. You’ll come to teens with the nit picking as a way to expressing your unsatisfying leisure. Your unmet emotions. Your confusion you create in your own mind. All due to never enough is always the deciding devotion. You’ll want me to love you as if I’m a woman. As if my masculinity isn’t worth it sensitivities. As you forget I’m only but one man. Taking away from my capacities. You’ll ventilate many things before you actually leave. Before you rid me of your life. Prior to finding another you pick apart. Unknowingly you have a systematic defect in your mind. You’ll disagree just pay the hype of settling in. Induce conflict with the way I think. Then label me as a Stefan’s know it all. Just to hide the fact about who you are, bcuz you lied. You’ll get close and cuddly. Feed into having a man who’s different in so many ways. As you slowly emerge from within as a pretender. A friend that can’t seem to comprehend why I wear a smile on my face. You’ll fail to absorb my worth at your mercy. My level headed mindset used as pure thought. As I’ll be the wall you cannot get over to your ego is fed. And when it’s not, life evolves into an unstable irritation as compassion displays its flaws. You’ll be pleasant up until the day you believe you know who it is I am. Then question my judgments and decision. Bcuz they do not align with your own entirely driven needs and wants. That’s when we have an intermission. You’ll be self entitled and hard to talk to. Possibly halting sexual interaction as a tool to punish me. Even transform into an irrational disturbance from a luv’r who emotions being touched. Provoking me to hunt in or be mean. You’ll talk with a harshness upon your tongue. Second guess what it is you do have. Demanding what you don’t. I’m must another fad…