Boys Are Stupid (Skyra Francesca Rideaux-Lafayette, LA)

You think you can just have me the way you need me

but you don’t see me,

you compartmentalize me

you strip me with your indifference

you make love to me with your

inability to say

you want me

your feet walk away from me every time

I wear jeans with no panties

my power is wrapped up in you

and I want that shit back

your neglect has stained my soul with

black flecks of insecurity

don’t show me off to the world

only to introduce me by my first name

I am more than that

my sex is more than your hesitance

to kiss me

you strip me with your indifference

you lie to me with every date that ends in a perfunctory hug

I want more

I want you

to want

to want me

I am enough

my lov-, like for you is enough

our bodies moving together in the same car

traveling down the same lonely highway

Is enough

for us

to start

but your constant state of stationary

is pissing off my attraction

wearing down my horny obsession

for your lips to stroke mine

if you cant respect my power

then stop telling me you need me everytime you say yes

everytime you come around

everytime your eyes flirt with mine

everytime you see me say I lov- , like you

and close your eyes and shut your ears you abuse my power

STOP

stop saying you lov-

like me too

because im starting to believe you

give me back

all of me

to give to someone who wants

all of me

all… of …me

because although how you feel about me

has nothing to do

with how I feel about you

I will still walk away with missing pieces

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