die woman child

[sucksunshine]

I need to be free from this external grasping,
I dream of ripping the calm beauty from him.
I marvel at the gift of masculine apathy
How it can draw and quarter my sanity:
My ebbing, flowing, cyclical chaos

I am drawn to melancholy young men
Me; silly, awkward and full of laughter
Loud, ungainly, sprightly thing that I am
I want these sensitive yet cynical beings
My emotional structure seeks balance
I want to kill this codependent woman child

So I curl inward
To build a quiet temple
Dedicated to self
sufficiency
And freedom