oh you men.

Pity you men will ever know how delicious the feeling of always having the preference. 

 Oh, you men who do not know how refreshing it is to talk about any subject with her friends.

 Who have no idea how traumatic it can be to break a nail, do not understand, really, how sad it is to wake up with oily hair. 

 You men, so naive, never having to face the indecision in choosing a gloss. Will never be able to entice someone by putting a smirk on your face.

 Men, who believe they are superior, but could never take a few steps in my stiletto heels.

 Men will have a lifetime without knowing how good it is being embraced by a tall brod shouldered warm bodied soul. 

 Men, boys, boys, boys ... never, never understand how important it is to pass pencil in the eye before leaving home, 

 how the sad end of "The Devil Wears Prada" really is, 

 how sexy a smart guy can be.

 how amazing the piano can sound when being played just for you.

 You, the innocent who can not imagine how many things we discovered during our routine conversations in the bathroom, do not know how good it feels to cry with a bowl of icecream in your lap.

 Men can never complain about a cut on her leg made by gillette while showering. 

 You macho men will never get the chance to scream at the sight of a roach in your kitchen, or know what it feels like to be saved from one.

 Never rub a leg in the other, trying to keep a slight sudden surge of excitement, never know how delicious the feeling that forces you to bite your lips when you see the bare chest of brad pitt. 

 boys you'll never know what it feels like when you notice your breast are a little bigger.

 or when your ass is a little tighter.

 oh you men. im so sorry.

well not really.

its complicated

these women, including myself- sitting in circles trying to figure out their men. figure out their lives and where in their medicine regiments they over dose on love.
which time? was i too upset about my work day? did i blow it? did i vent too much? cry too much? care too much?

stop it, just stop it!
why is it that as strong self accomplished women we feel that the men of the 9 million strong city can't handle a women with worth?

so we 'subtitle' our personalities. dial it down. or give it to them in doses.
fuck that

because then what? what happens when he's drugged on your happy face and doesn't know how to react to your sad face? he runs. that's what happens.

so now your sitting at home alone starring at a facebook post that you can't seem to uncode because you drugged the guy to the point that he never got to meet you.

what a waist of time. life. medicine.

my medicine. is myself.
lets get dressed tonight how we like- mismatched colors, hair all a hott mess and eyes dark with fearless lies.

lets be irrational, full of emotions, and ready to jump at a moments notice.
just for tonight, lets be our true selves.

no drugs necessary.