She tip-toed around sensitive subjects-
She ate chocolate when she was upset-
I noticed her long hair had a glow-
And her eyes twinkled a star show.

She was the girl that made me forget
Forget everyone who made me upset
So as her words went through my ears
They rid me of shedding any tears.

I forgot everyone in the past, in the moment
Then I stood there quickly wishing and hoping
That she would ask me for my number
But instead she asked me for my Tumblr.

I told her ' I didn't know that's still a thing'
She replies 'Ok, your number? I'll give you a ring'.
A smile lit up like stars across my face-
Baring all my teeth sitting in place.

Let me describe her beautiful smile
I would indefinitely walk a hundred mile
Just to see her teeth shimmer and shine
With a dazzling glow making anyone blind.

She was something I have never seen
A beautiful model in a movie scene
But her looks weren't all that gave her value
She was smarter and kinder than anyone ever knew.

Her heart must have been made from solid gold
From all the things she said and the tale she told
She sounded like a curriculum vitae of perfection
And she believes 'happiness is within creation'.

Her poem to me she recited from the first second
I was surprised by finally receiving this blessing
She was extremely eloquent in what she had said
That I was sure in the moment, i lost my head.



There once was a green grimy toad
Who never knew of his worth
So he sat sedated by insecurities
Ever since birth.

There once was a pretty princess
Who kept her feelings hidden
Because she was always told
That emotions are forbidden.

The toad met the princess
Admired her from a distance
Told her of her beauty
And she gave in to resistance.

A smile formed across her face
Feeling loved and cherished
The toad cried of his ugliness
And she made his insecurities perished.

She kissed the toad
And no he didn't change
Because he didn't need to
He was perfect as he was.



She recited her poem and I knew,
That of all grass green and all sky blue
There was no doubt she was perfect.

According to the society I live in,
I am the man in the relationship,
because I have the *****.
According to society,
that means I have to be the ultimate handy man,
Ultimate know how,
ultimate lover
ultimate brained guy.
I feel like I am subjected by what other men expect of me.
I feel like I'm not enough,
The other men make me feel bad,
just because I'm the only guy they know,
who isn't in a relationship for *****.
Because in fact,
I value love.
According to the society I live in,
I am supposed to use my big **** in situations
to please the woman,
and move on to the next.
But, that's not me.
My **** size should not matter,
nor should my ability to please women,
because that isn't what matters.
What matters is how i can respect her,
and make her happy
(not only by ***).
Men need to wake the hell up,
stop being in it to ****,
and try a REAL relationship for once.
My biceps should not define my worth,
but by my heart, integrity, and morals.
Men think they have to be "dominant"
but what they really need to be is dominated.
My face should not be the world of my life.
I don't want to be ignorant and cocky,
but loving and compassionate.
Men shouldn't be bragging about how many girls they've ******,
but complementing the girl they love for REAL reasons.
My fellow men disgust me.
They have fallen so far behind.
I am a man,
but I will not fall victim to other men's expectations.

I used to like scene guys
then I had mean guys
I just want nice guys
but they're hard to come by
          .
I used to like crazy girls
found a few nice girls
made them my whole world
but always said goodbye
          .
And there were others
so sweet and
so kind
           .
We somehow knew each other
their pronouns like mine
           .
But of course
I don't deserve
such a beautiful treat
            .
I don't get kind
and I don't get sweet
            .
I get the crazy
I get the mean
I love everybody
and give what they need