the duration of my orientation

I spare no effort to find a better way,
Though my way is not so bad.

Ideally interpreted at times,
Often confused.
Yet there still remains the entitled consideration of everything around me.

Charming and agreeable and
Commonly inspiring.
Until the grooming period unsurprizingly ends and expectation becomes the way.

” I would rather be loathed for who I am,
then loved for who I am not.”

I shake it off with honesty.
Attention through dependency is routinely discarded as unnecessary bullshit.

I talk it down with my succumbed indifference.
I feel the wonder of the disconnect between our incompatible perspectives and
I remind myself that this is not the way…

This is not my way.

February

Confidence and independence seem tangible the more you get to know me.

Highlighted and procured and unmaned by my absent dependency.

Almost unbearable to breath at times,

I hear myself.

I think for myself.

Savvy and aware and unexpecting.

Should you be compelled, or desire the obligation…

Collect me as your equal.

Ignore the stupidly natural inception,

to struggle for connectedness

and instead,

accept me…

as your equal.

Matched, balanced and suitable.