I’m Not Her


Bless the woman that makes you a man

Taking off your training wheels


I’m not her.


Thank that saintly patient teacher

Waiting for maturity to hit you over the head


Call me when you get there.


Luck to the woman who sees your potential

More than the reality in front of her


Send me a postcard.


Sympathy to the woman mistaking a mirage for a lagoon

Amidst the dusty sand dunes


I’m just not that thirsty.


Thank that sacrificial whore

Who let you take more than you can give


I don’t spread myself around.


I’ll be the one to let you struggle lovingly

Because I believe in you more than you do


I’ll be the only one strong enough to handle you

Because I’m strong enough to know that I don’t have to

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