Our Love as the Ultimate Truth.

Can we be freed from sexism and misogyny and how they ruin relationships?

Sexism makes me not wanna date. Given other’s values to which I cannot relate. “The man does this, The woman does this” Where’s the magic made if we know our fate?

Can’t believe yall care if she doesn’t make your dinner plate. If your hands work, seems like a mistake. You can make your own. She don’t make my home. I’m grown as hell, fully capable of that alone.

And no, I don’t wanna plan every time we meet up. All the emotional labor while you kick your feet up. Putting myself out there , while you could retreat. Tough the patterns given by the past. Rough when you try to make new times fit into visions from the last. They say we failing class, but you teaching us values that’ll have us on our ass.

The future can be saved by iconoclasts. It’s unsafe for these fake icons to last. The pedestals placed as cons to grab. Thinking our partner should cater to us. My debate influenced by the realism of them making us happy, when we couldn’t do it.

So many ideas about love revolve around exchanging fluids. They give it up to someone else, you entertaining bullets. Exacerbating pain from pulpits. Your partner owes you everything and if they couldn’t do it, it means that man in the sky just ain’t approve it.

That’s wild to me. The thoughts of a child to me. Visions of fairy tales that have been lying to we. Getting someone to step next to this ain’t effortless. Especially when past trauma has wrecked the kid. Concept of an emotional boundary astounding… I don’t have to take what these emotional penny pinchers give? I can leave it at their feet when I notice how big the difference is? In our definitions of love and how to really give?

Yours influenced by concepts you not aware of. An unaware lover is what I’m really scared of. Someone who never questions what it takes to save a place in their fate for another person with their own feelings to relate. Another’s feelings too much for most of us. We either ignore it cause our hearts are cold as fuck. Or adore it so mistakenly, it starts to hold us up. Jumping out of this hole is tough…

But when I realized what really matters I found a ladder. Realized my own thoughts didn’t make me the Mad Hatter. I value compromise and cooperation. That’s a loss in some eyes, requires too much patience. But I had to surmise unrealistic expectations would be my demise if my perspective wasn’t changing.

In love “they should” was my anchor. Finally realized how it connected to my anger. I denied the reality I couldn’t change her. And why would I wanna be the author of her pages? I got my own book to write, my own choices to make. You put your own pen to the page, you gotta author your fate.

I was making her voiceless by judging her choices. Should feel free to share my opinion, but its a crime if I foist it. Some use our trauma to bond, had on this armor so long, we run from the calm of the pond where the koi sits. Fishing for the comfort of seeing life as a toy then, using it only as a path towards enjoyment. Revolve our happiness around an illusion of control that is pointless…

God damn. It sounds like I’m preaching. My point is, if we focus on flaunting the power our choice gives, we could stop haunting our hours with disappointment. I know we hurt but get alert to our ointment. Real love ain’t mind reading or coin shifts.

It’s the freedom to do what you want, and I’m still choosing you. But I’m still choosing me too. And if we ain’t healthy, then dissolving the glue. And not being bitter, because this will always be true. You’re still worthy of love, just being born is the proof. The distance between us a sign of growth from our roots. They poisoned the soil, we still made it through.

I want you free as you can. Our love as the ultimate truth.