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Belong To Me

 I am comfortable with the fact that no one belongs to me. It makes the challenge for love so much more sweet. The idea that someone is with you because they choose to be, is what makes it honorable even through those moments of misery. 

I love, love, but can be complacent in such a fantasied daydream. I fight wars within myself to pull me back down to what I find as a rude awakening .  Some will find it odd that with all I have been through I still have the will to be so optimistic on a world that's shown me, the crooked and exposed me to some of mankind's ugliest ways. There aren't very many people who fearlessly  dream, tirelessly believe, or know how to balance transparency.

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Belong to me because you want too. Wear my love like armor every where you go. 

Choose me because its frees you, don't break my heart because it will always be yours. Be my companion let me help you reach the sun. Let me add onto your extravagance, let me be your peace in a world full of messes. I will honor you as women should honor man. I will be posed in your presence. I will fight for you as long as you let me. Behind the scenes I will be every fantasy you could ever imagine.

Belong to me because I pull you, Your soul binding to mines despite where you move or in what direction. Your pleasure will sing to me as if you are giving  a confession. Your recollection of pain will be a bump in the road, there will be no more stressing.

 Even in our darkest days our hearts will still beat on one accord. We will reach heights of joy and the pit of turmoil but our hearts will remember our melody and all will be well as it soothes out everything. 

Belong to me because I am your blessing, not for what I have or what I can do with my finances. Find solace in my joy, find humility in my laugh. Belong to me because it challenges you to be a better man. 

Belong to me by choice not by demand. 




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