I owe myself more…

If my arms are such a bad place to be. If you say I can’t luv you the way you seek. If I’m not enough. It’s ok to go find that special kinda luv. Is it you insist for me to be the version on romance you have in your head? What if I wanted to alter you from your emotional state to ease my own chest? Where the balance between a woman and a man? Or does that question provoke you to retract your hand? Do you witness me as worthless and broken bcuz my masculinity is allowed to thrive? Maybe you’re not the woman I was waiting on if so, so ever do I do when you push me to the side? If I say too much when I eventually speak my mind, will you not be happy? What if I stick to the facts we both should hold accountable so as can continue laughing? My compassion doesn’t need to be worn on my sleeve. So who are you to tell me who to be? As passion has many different aspects that determines what is real. Me personally, I’m not worried about how I feel. Sensitivities aren’t to be exposed bcuz some claim to wanna know another through and through. That train of thought isn’t thinking, it’s a forfeit of one’s own presence calling a truce. You will always havta be more feminine than I could ever pretend to be. If you don’t like who it is I am in my natural essence, leave. I can’t share pieces of my life with you as a silhouette you can walk on like a shadow running from the light that shows me in which way I need to be to coexist with your dreams. I owe myself more than that. So if my mental mentality isn’t appeasing your crave spot a softer type of  man, choose a choose a different path.