You made me feel validated.
You made me feel like I was right…you liked me.
You made me feel liked.
You made me feel wanted.
You wanted me feel like I was special.
You made me feel safe.
You made me feel like it was ok to get comfortable.
You made me feel like there was something more.
You made me feel like I meant something to you.
You made me feel like it was finally okay to be a ****** human being.
You made me feel like what I like is normal and healthy.
You made me feel like you liked me more than what you said you wanted.
You made me feel like I was worth the forbidden “relationship.”
You made me feel like I was working forward to a bigger better thing,
You made me feel like I had to struggle for time with you.
You made me feel like you were too busy most of the time.
You made me feel like I was a nuisance and that I should not message you.
You made me feel like I was unworthy.
You made me feel that I was unwanted.
You made me feel like what I had to offer wasn’t good enough.
You made me feel like there were other people.
You made me feel like just “another one.”
YOU MADE ME FEEL LIKE SOMEONES SECOND CHOICE.
You made me feel like no one would ever compare to what you offered.
You made me believe that I was what was wrong.
You made me believe that I was the reason that we weren’t together.
You made me believe that what had happened was not at all your fault.
You made me believe that we were still “seeing” each other.
You showed me that even the kindest people have another side.
You showed me that as much as you can try and be what he wants, there is always something better.
You showed me that that something better has no boundaries, it can be anyone.
You showed me that I don’t deserve the respect that you had promised me in the beginning.
You showed me that even when caught, what’s most important is how others view you on the outside.
You showed me that as long as your image is held up, all is fixed.
You showed me that for every one word I speak you get fifteen.
You showed me that there is no such thing as a “nice” guy anymore.
You showed me that all that exists is FWB and F*ck buddies.
You showed me that relationships are just FWB just in public.
You showed me that friendships come from amazing places.
You showed me that friendships are subjective things.
You showed me that as much as one can value a friendship the other can neglect it.
But most of all you taught me one thing, it’s always what you think.

“A real man,”
She said,
“Must not be afraid to show his sensitive side,
But he better swing his *****
When he needs to.
He must be strong
But his strength must not make him weak.
He must be smooth,
But he must not slip or slide away.
He must be refined
Not ground thin.
He must be proud
But not haughty.
And then she smiled
Her cavalier smile.

And I said

“Let me show you.
Let me show you what a real man looks like.”
So I showed her.
I showed her my death
And rebirth,
I showed her my missing rib
And broken teeth,
I showed her my lying mouth
And my truthful eyes,
I showed her my deific wrath
And I showed her
The book I wrote
In ancient tongues
A thousand years ago
I showed her that holy book,
My seditious tyrannical spirit,
My unconquerable will to dominate  
Then I showed her my hand,
Its fine lines,
And the diacritic print of each finger.

Then she showed me,
Purpose.