thgrlnxtdr's BLOG

You want me to be a bitch- you love nothing more than when I'm tell you to back the fuck up and retrace your steps because you missed something essential. I'm tired of your little alpha games, I want to be taken care of- but I don't mind switching up the lead- you just have to step up. Your puppy dog eyes ask me to be the strong one- and to let you play the kept man- and I'm not having it. I don't want your worship I want your time, respect, and attention. You are my best fit- and yet you turn me to odds refusing to take the lead- take my hand, and be a man who's consistent and strong. Just because I'm not one of your bitches- does NOT mean I want to be the alpha here. I want to be vulnerable with you- and it doesn't have to happen in a bed or the back of a car. You are afraid of me- because I might actually be the right one- you run like hell- which is what you do best when you think you've taken the moral high ground. You idea of love is merely more obsession and you have the balls to point a finger at my needy heart to mock it. You know better- and there's a war here. You're on the wrong side- once again.