My mother always told me to only be with a man who treats me like a queen....but she never said anything about the king. And...really...what is a queen without a king? Let's balance. Let's dance. Let's rule the world.
Brooke Eischens
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My mother always told me to only be with a man who treats me like a queen....but she never said anything about the king. And...really...what is a queen without a king? Let's balance. Let's dance. Let's rule the world.
Brooke Eischens
The seas, they rise in my chest as I try my best to catch my breath. It's like the madness of the moon finally makes sense, I know what it meant. ------ As I lay me down to sleep I pray, the Lord, our souls may meet again.
Brooke Eischens
Dear Men
I'm the one who was too kind - you thought I was weak. I'm the one who was too understanding - you thought I was a pushover. I'm the one who was too reserved - you thought I was a prude. I'm the one who showed affection to my friends - you thought I was a flirt. I'm the one who enjoyed everything about you - you thought I latched. I'm the one you cheated, deceived, dropped, ditched, and friend-carded. Dear Men, If I've learned one thing in life, it's to see the world for what it is and focus on the positive. I'm kind. And sometimes kindness takes more strength than you can imagine. This world is filled with idiots. It's inevitable and you can't fix them unless they want to be fixed. Physically or emotionally hurting someone might make you feel powerful for a little while, but overcoming the use of brute strength with genuine patience and affection is not only more satisfying, but, in time, makes you trust yourself. Being angry isn't outward; it's inward. Your anger (or lack thereof) is a direct projection of how you are feeling on the inside. The more you fight, the weaker you become, and I choose to save my strength for times when I actually need it. So no, I'm not weak. I'm happy. And I feel you're worth it enough to talk through issues rather than lash out in anger. If I've learned two things in life it's that acceptance is the first step to growth and happiness. Things won't always stay the same, things won't always go your way, and people won't always agree with you. So what? You do you, and I'll do me and we'll agree to disagree if it comes to that. No, this is not being a pushover....this is being an adult. Adults also understand that people make honest mistakes and being understanding and accepting is a part of successful communication. I'm not interested in you because of who you should be; I'm interested in you because of who you are. I want to know you because I see a spark in you and long for to ignite it into a blazing fire with me. Covering up honest mistakes with a blanket of lies does nothing but smother the flame. Nobody is perfect; we mess up. So don't shame yourself into being with someone you can't talk to. Dear, dear men... Just because I don't want to have sex with you right now doesn't mean I don't want to have sex. Trust me. It just means that I know what it does for me and I know what it will do for you, so if you haven't seen that side of me yet, it's probably because I have yet to feel that connection - or to be wowed by you. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ If you want to go through life having meaningless one-night-stands and casual encounters, more power to you. Don't call me. My selfishness now is a great turn off for those who don't deserve my selflessness later.
And guess what. I'm sorry if you're insecure - really I am - but I love my friends! I have a handful of people in my life who get me, love me, and are excited to be around me, and they deserve my affection. If there are as many minds as there are men, there are as many kinds of love as there are hearts. I have boundaries and know how to respect others.' So grow up. I'm the most trustworthy and honest girl you'll ever meet, probably. And I expect the same out of you. Alas, the beloved "friend card." If you must. Actually though, thank you. You're doing us both a favor. It's "fuck yes" or no, so if you're not 'fuck yes' about being my man, that's ok. I make a great friend too. Which leads me to your paranoia. Chances are, we met because we were at the same concert, or have mutual friends, or frequent the same places. This probably means we have a lot in common. This is NOT a bad thing! You can still learn a lot from someone who has a lot of the same interests as you, and guess what? You'll probably have a lot more fun doing things together because you actually enjoy them too. And guess what else? I'd probably be doing these same things with or without you, so don't flatter yourself too much. I enjoy you, but I don't enjoy everything because of you. Do I care that you hurt me? No. I live life with no regrets. I met you to learn something about myself, and now that I've met many walks of you, I think I've finally learned what I need to know. What you've given me are the tools to build a foundation with, so I took those tools and started building it. The foundation I have now is pretty solid, and I'm grateful to you for that, because when I find the man who I learned all this for, I'll be confident in telling him I'm the one. ....................................................................................... - Brooke Eischens
Crying wolf.
keep watch, little bird for your song is transparent. it breaks through barriers and becomes an alarm cascading over the brush and through the trees painting the wind with your intentions. open your eyes, little bird for you're getting too comfortable with the wolf as his body scavenges, tasting your tune. your arrogance undermines your own intelligence. he knows... and in time his instinct will eat you alive. .................................................................................. - Brooke Eischens