Saturday, January 22, 2011

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.