Give me a reason to hate you.
I can come up with a couple of reasons, I let you in only for you to shut me out. You gave me love and poured gentleness into me and where are you now?
I crave your hands and the gentleness in which you held me.
I replay that night more than I want to admit.
Did I scare you? With the way I love.
You’ll miss me when I no longer care. When I leave and am in anothers arms you’ll want me more than ever because I won’t stick around long enough. Long enough for me to hate you.
I’ll find gentleness in another's arms.
I’ll go to Barcelona without you and dance in the sun with sangria in my hand. I know a place gentler than you it's my heart when I drench myself in my own love. I can pour back into me.
I hope you know women like me are not meant to be tamed.
We are wild and free.
We do not wait for fate or destiny to meet us, we make it bend to our will and demand it. We bang at the door of desire, of pleasure of our wants and needs, and say we deserve better, we want more.
I can admit that I loved you maybe for a night.
You lingered in my daydreams and in my sleep.
You never truly saw me for me, but the fog has settled and the fantasy has broken I have always been the adventure. I have lived and will continue to demand and search for life.
I no longer search for love.
I no longer pander at its feet.
I am love if you ever met her.
