What the HELL is wrong with me?
That I only fall for men
Who cannot see
The value of an intelligent woman.
STRONG. INDEPENDENT. POWERFUL.
So I give and I give
And they take and they take.
Until what’s left?
Nothing but a shell of the woman I used to be.
Because I gave all I could
And nothing was ever returned to me.
But then I start to think
It’s not me at all.
Maybe it’s just society.
That we’ve become nothing but a race
Who only value “What’s in it for me?”
Perhaps that’s why the numbers
Of single mothers
Because all these men think of is what they can take.
And not what they might leave her with.
Or what that child would give
To have a father
Who gives a damn.
We call this a time of science and progress.
But is this progress really?
When we navigate our days alone
And never learn to express
Love for anyone- but ourselves.
Maybe THAT’S why
No one can commit
Because these days commitment would take too much
Sharing of ourselves when all we want is the benefit
Of what we can receive.
It seems the best I can do to protect me
Is to adapt to my generation’s ideals of
Friends with Benefits over Relationships.
Afterall the key to survival of the fittest
In this scientific society is adaptation.
But then I don’t think I’d be me anymore.
So what’s worse?
To love and give and end up empty?
Or to pretend I don’t care
To fit into the box
Of what my peers think relationships should be.
Wrote that Sunday. Felt like sharing. Hope you're all having a good week.