Let this forest, fill the spaces in between pheromones and testosterone,
Let this forest to reign over gazetted domain, dominant and wild flares of unbridled
alluring magnetism, a dreamland for her...
"Caveman" is someone with wonderful beard that naturally attracts the ladies.
Pheromones are the secretions responsible for animals' ****** behavioural patterns but it's less pronounced in human beings. Testosterone is a hormone responsible for males' secondary ****** development and more of it will influence the better growth of the beard.
Trying so hard to make your daddy proud You measure your **** with how loud you shout Striving to be the in the centre of the crowd You don’t have to prey on the weak To prove that you are masculine A man can softly speak Bringing her up everytime Bringing him down every night Such a despicable sight
Yet still so desirable
Do I hate you because I want to be you? Or maybe I want you to be mine?
Too worried about your masculinity You won’t open your eyes I’m trying to get better Does it scare you? I’m trying to show you If you just let me We can do it together Otherwise It will just be me I wanted it to be we though
Tell me That gun that you're so proud of Why does it tremble so much? Is your hand following your unstable mind? Is that the same hand that holds your child's?
Your emotions Fragile enough to be crushed with a hug Insecure enough to attack a compliment Corrupt enough to endlessly reload on lies and deceit Are those the same emotions you shoot into your wife at night?
Your bullets roar so loudly What voices are you trying to drown out? Your heartbeat clanks at the speed of the fallen shells What are you so afraid of? A man armed and ready to go off at any moment like you?
Tell me What can you manage to defeat? With those trembling hands Uncertain of what to take aim at You shoot down anything that moves Uncertain of where the trigger is You pull at anything you can reach Uncertain of how much enemies are left You forever stay in the trenches I now know that when you bow your head at church that it's not for prayer
Then hoping to nullify your senseless you refuse to leave the battlefield And take no-mans-land everywhere you go
You wear your bulletproof vest and rifle to the supermarkets, schools, offices, dinner tables, churches, and funerals
im starting to realize i don’t eat im afraid to chew scared to gain more than an ounce i thought this fear died when the hate did but when you’re gone i don’t want to fight these pangs giving in to their tiresome lull maybe one day i can be as small as i feel but that’s not the truth i just want to feel like a man longed for and strong instilling fear in those who challenge me until then i might eat even more so in hopes that maybe i can tear open my insides to become beautiful on the outside
TRIGGER WARNING PLS DONT DONT DONT DONT DONT THINK THAT HAVING AN ED IS GLAMOROUS I AM IN RECOVERY FOR OVER A YEAR AND DO NOT SUPPORT OR ENCOURAGE ANYONE TO HAVE OR PRACTICE HAVING DISORDERED EATING
i am not a man ***** made at best with a lack of quality control i cry shamefully waiting for the day to find that my heart has officially grown cold like all the good boys that receive their praise what id give not to ask but to only receive just for one moment i want to feel what it feels like to be treated like necessity and not a burden i long for everything that will never be mine