Promising Young Woman

...Love's POV...

"In the corners of a man's mind, there is a place where vulnerability hides and intimacy is not the act of physical intertwine, but the isolation of two minds. That is why he keeps his heart and head separate. There's only one he can connect with. The multiple names on a cheque list. Only calls when he's desperate. I guess it's too much pressure to be respectful and honest. It's too stressful to be keeping promises when I'm impatient. I'm too high maintenance, way too many expectations." ~H.E.R

Dedicated to the pigment of my imagination.
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If you would give me the cold shoulder, it would be closure because I don't need someone to hold. We both have our own motives, problem is, the last guy didn't know that mine was to stay alone.

You don't belong to me. So you don't have to let me go.

It doesn't always have to be something more.

I feel it.

For a moment.

In that moment, I feel it until it's gone.

I don't care if we both want this. If I'm being honest, I'm scared of you being the one.

Secretly. I'm anxious, because the thirst has never been so mutual, it's practically unusual...

"That someone like you, thinks I'm beautiful."

Now my head is a mess, got me thinking how;

My ambition is attractive. My aggression might be impassive. I promise with you, all the butterflies in my stomach got active.

Due to being in your company, I think I've turned into an addict.

I'm hoping that your kisses will make all my doubts go away.

Days pass and I pray that you don't make me feel a way.

That you let me be on my way.

I won't listen to my intuitive. I guess we could've been.

This isn't love.

I've simply never fallen in love before.

I found myself searching for a way to prevent the detriment and given the impression that if you express to him what a woman needs, his comprehension is defiant, but there's a different between understanding and honouring your word and I'm articulate.

He's a good listener, but I'm hesitate because he's going to fuck up anyways.

I'm rare right?

Point is, I don't know what it's like. I'll never understand the needs of a man, or how to nurture and what I don't know can't hurt me.

But it's deep. And you know it.

I told you exactly what I wanted, and how love is exhausting... but I'm not tired of you yet.

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"So, to my women with the upmost respect. Intellect, we often forget and neglect, intuition can see through illusive intent. Listen to it." ~H.E.R