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Growing up, my grandmother always tried to hold me back from the girl I thought was my best friend.
Her name was Society.
My grandmother made it very clear that I was not to associate with Society and so that is what I did
for a while.
By the age of 7 I had an impressively large entourage of friends, whose parents also steered clear from Society.
We watched movies, made hot chocolate and talked about our hopes and dreams.
However just because the light burns bright, doesn't mean it's going to burn forever.
By the time I was 11 our coterie had fallen through.
The more we grew, the less we would hear our parents.
11 years young, and completely detached.
All my friends were now strangers.
Society was the only one I had left.
I always desired to be equals with her.
I tried so hard until there wasn't any ME anymore.
I was caught in between fitting in with the world and becoming estranged from myself
Society dug up every last seed that all sane adults plant into their children.
Mum raised me to believe that every inch, every atom and every molecule inside of me was worthy of love.
Society had taught me to pinch and pull at my body, accusing every bump, every scar and every imperfection for being some of the many reasons I was alone.
Society led me to rip every mirror off of the walls of my life.
"You don't wanna see that" She would whisper.
She was wrong until she was right.
For every 1 thing I found to love in the reflection,
Society would find 3 things to hate.
Society had taken the sparkle from my eyes because the other girls couldn't see past the glare.
Society silenced the protest in my gut because there weren't enough people on my side
but as I moved on to better people
I realized she was all a sham
If she lost everything
She could move in with me
Sleep in my twin bed
While I sleep on the floor
Wear my shirts and my pants
All she needs and more
Leave it to me to take care of the house chores
Just relax
Make yourself at home
It's already hot in here but now it's scorching
Sleeping with a new girl every night is overrated and boring
Why do that
When you can make the same one sing her angelic moans
And her elegant rise of her posture
As she feels it all at once
The fact I can hold a record on how many times she has been satisfied
In a row
Is thrilling enough
I'm a little rough
But those soft hands exploring my skin
Will ignite the true man within
The one I try so hard to be
I can be aggressive and strong
But only when everything I care for is in danger
Otherwise, I should be no stranger
To her
All I intend to do is make her cry tears of joy and content
Never leaving her heart on the floor
Just her clothes
My forever lasting rose
No prose
Could ever replace you
Sharing myself with anyone
But you is a terrible thought
That leaves me distraught
You are the web I want to be caught
Absorb my insecurities and depression
And **** it right there
I should forever hold your stare
Completely entranced clothed or bare
Its not up to me to decide
Without your agreement
It's just my selfish desire
I keep to myself
But hoping one day I've always earned it
Your love is not a game
But a testament if I'm doing the right thing in life
You keep a clean office desk
So it's easy to shove everything off of it
To gently put your ******* it
And make her feel like she's the real reason you do buisness
Because that's how I see it.
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