[I]
some boys only know how to love you with their manhood between your legs
they only know how to shower you with ugly love — the kind that breaks your heart and your soul over and over again;
never in a single blow,
an axe playing with your flesh
the kind of love where the only moment you can feel him vulnerable is when you're down on your knees
the kind where he only weeps in the form of the sour aftermath of your love's messy, sticky, smelly moments
[II]
wait for the boys who will take their time and wait for seasons just to see you bloom
the one's who'll be on their knees — offering themselves at the altar
they'll undress your hearts in the most terrifyingly beautiful way and it will hurt but you'll come undone, you'll be set free
they'll touch you without touching you
look at you, without seeing anything
they'll love you not just for your
womanhood but for it all —
the rage, the hysteria,
the softness, the vulnerability
you deserve to be with men like these
