you think women do not know what they want?
how about they do?

how about when you thought you had everything you wanted
and everything you wanted turned to shit?
everything you thought was the dream, faded.
left you floored, in a million little pieces.
and then you realize maybe that’s not what you wanted after all.

so then you think you’d rather be alone right?
yes, that’s what you want.
walk your own path, live it how you want to
without anyone getting in the way
nothing distracting you from finding and sharing the light.
because why live a broken heart SO MANY TIMES?

and at the same time.
the SAME time.
you know that deep deep down
past the toughest of attitudes
the strongest of walls
beneath the most positive sense of humor
and light searching soul
you know that you do not want to go alone.

does that mean i don’t know what i want?
if you think so, then you don’t know shit about a woman’s heart.
and you certainly don’t know shit about mine.