So many men want to be with me.
I see it in their eyes, they want my flesh, they want sex from me. Cuddled up in a bed, naked. Legs wrapped around, hand choking me, sharing kisses.
No, I don't want that. I don't want anything from men. I learned that I don't need a man to complete me.
I have myself.
I love myself.
I laugh and pity for those who beg to be with me.
I laugh and pity for those who were once my ex.
You men did not make me. I made you.
- i satisfy my own needs
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PoesiaLove makes you feel many ways. Sometimes, in ways that you will be grateful for, or the ones that keeps you up at night crying. In my book I have 4 chapters; hurting, anger, fear, & acceptance. Read this book..., feel what I feel. Tragic love is by...
