My swagger is unisex. Comfortable means one leg up and slightly open. Natural means combat boots, big sweaters and a high puff on my head. Sometimes I reach for a little something extra when I'm mad. All unladylike. All classic me.
I wasn't interested in being the belle of the ball. I was too busy getting tackled because of them. I still haven't mastered heels. You should see my feet and legs shake of the preconceived notions I try to force on them. I tend to find myself in the middle of major cities without shoes, wild hair flowing in the wind, laughing uncontrollably.
Gender norms haven't played well with my rebellious spirit. Heavier tones escape my mouth on a regular. Much too heavy for a woman. But I say fuck that.
I am more lady than you think.
I am more man than you want.
The master of towing the line in more than one way, I am flexible.
That's what makes me desirable. Because you can't figure me out.
You were eager like I used to be. 16 was the time of overindulging and man did I! I was addicted to having someone on my arm.
You were the first person I wanted to make a forever with. You gave me hope that we could grow into our roles as soulmates. I actually called you my soulmate, well not to your face. I had just met you in computer class and we couldn't legally go on a field trip without permission let alone try to forge a union.
Give me commands. Clear guidelines. An itemized list of your needs.
You were exactly what I asked for. A carbon copy straight out of my mind. I should have been more careful.
When I tell you I love you, it doesn't mean we go together now. It doesn't mean I want your children. It doesn't mean I need to meet your family. I love you means I love who you are as a person. I have surpassed like and landed on love.
If you could, please disregard the previous letter left on your pillow. That has too much hubris dripping. Too much anger. Too many other emotions that negatively influenced the creation of that notice.
This is your eviction notice. Your placeholder, an unattainable musician, is helping me move your memories. Not sure where they'll go but at this point, I don't want to know.
I'm sick of the men in their feelings and not knowing how harmful and/or annoying they are with them.
You could be a better man, slay dragons, discover the greatest side of yourself. I could put you on the path of soul repair. I'm the kind of woman who makes real power players. I could be your Claire, Mr. Underwood.