every inch of his manhood

male validation

he was never mine, I was never his.
I cried and begged for anyone or anything to let me find a man.
men can come and go in a routine but it still hurts when their gone.
to be gone, is such a bold statement.
and if I was a man I would be gone too.
id love a man who's lovely and reads the newspaper, a man who understands the divine feminine energy us girls all carry self-consciously.
it's a cruel comfort to need a male in my life.
I need one, it's like a addiction.
male validation occurred first to me in my school years.
a young teen I was, craving to be praised.
when one leaves out the back door, I cry myself hysterically until I'm sore, so then I heal my wounds with salted men to rub into my cuts.
no man is ever mine and I was never theirs.
I could beg and cry for anyone or anything but it's a hopeless devotion that needs to be fixed.