Born more than perfect.
To me.
Is he not?

More than human.

The look in his eyes seem to reach farther than physically he can.
Right underneath my skin.
Tickling my organs.
Grasping my stomach.

Stealing the air barley produced in my lungs.

With less than a glance of certainty he could have anything he wanted.

He could have anyone he wanted.


He could have me.

In his eyes there is the reflection of my demise.

Place my whole world on a plate for him to try.

Relationships are meant for the woman to compromise,

Her life.

I will kiss the hand of my destroyer.


I will invite him inside.

He will help himself to everything that is mine.


I will be the woman with unwavering eyes.

I will be your woman.

I can’t be your hero.

Not your mommy, not your daddy.

Not your savior, but you can be mine.

I will be your complex lover.

Not your science.

Find yourself a savior.

Find yourself a savior.