#softmasculinity
__So complete, so absolute__—
is the one tear a man chooses to shed.
Because truth is, his emotions live in a shed too—
thrown together in panic, windows cracked,
doors barely hanging on.
A man who doubts his own worth
never finds the change he really needs—
and even his spare moments run so thin,
His spare tyre is flat from carrying too much
weight in the dark.
His dreams are balloons on sticks,
meant to rise but they are tied to the ground.
He is good to her, in small ways; but he knows
he could become better if he stopped confusing
survival with love — _if he let go of those instincts._
For where the heart burns wicked and the mind
judges cold, he meets his true rival: __himself.__
Dec 5, 2025
Dec 5, 2025 at 3:54 PM UTC
Extra body language—
just for us
to read the room
before the room
reads us.
First kisses
always taste like strangers—
sweet,
but searching...
Elaborate that spirit I adore,
the way it moves freely
each time my hands
translate your skin.
You're a free spirit—
wild in the wind,
yet kneeling in humbleness.
To make you whole,
to keep you whole—
it feels selfish to promise
I’ll love you wholeheartedly
when I’m still mapping
the hidden rooms of my own heart.
Still—
I see you whole.
Divine sight,
as if God blinked
and left His light in your eyes.
Pleasure, patient.
Affirmation, never late.
And when my lips meet yours—
it’s honey spilling slow.
Be sweet as my honey,
and I’ll work your spirit
like a blue-collar honeybee—
faithful to the bloom,
devoted to the nectar.
stirring softness
from sweetness.
I am your honeybee.
Feb 12
Feb 12, 2026 at 2:53 PM UTC