Reasons (I’m perfectly fine with) why I make a horrible girlfriend.
I’m “too sure of myself”, so I’ve heard. I know what I want, I find ways the get it. I work my ass off and let nothing get in my way. Apparently that could put a blow to a man’s ego. Fine.
I’m not needy enough.. Whatever. I like my space. Alone time keeps me sane.
I don’t smother you much.. I’m sorry, me not smothering sends a signal of me not caring. So, in return. I get the shit stick. Baby I care, I care enough to let you live. If I admired a flower so much that I picked it from it’s stem, eventually it would die. Get it?
I’m too tough. If I’m not appreciated, I’m out. No pleading, No begging, sure it hurts, but ain’t nobody got time dude. I don’t fight for a man’s attention. I have shit to do.
I’m sorry, I just want to live in separate worlds. Sometimes I want those worlds to collide in the most passionate ways. I don’t need the extras, I’ll submit when It’s right and called for. I want to be closed off from the world with my partner and that’s when everything will matter. I want them to see me in my truest and rawest form. I don’t need to be paraded around friends or introduced to colleagues. I want to Connect… Disconnect… Recharge.. And repeat.