Maybe there is not a lack of
good men for women or good
women for men, but a lack of
people falling for those who are
meant to catch their hearts.

Somewhat like the good in this
world, the lack of it is easily
discovered by the eye; yet,
where it lies in abundance isn’t
given enough credit.

Do you care about what’s on his
mind, or are you digging out of him
reasons you should be on it?

Do you care about his happiness, or
do you only care to search for your
happiness inside of him?

Do you even care about his life, or
are you making sure that you
become his world and begging him
to live as if you’re the only thing in
his universe?

How can you want to always be on
his mind, want him to make you
happy and only care for a life with
you, when you barely care enough
about his existence without you?

He was not made to become the living
definition of a ‘real man’ that you’ve
extracted from memes, tasted from
bitter tongues, and plastered on the
walls of your mind

because it fits into everything your ex
never was.

He is not trying to become ‘real’ in the
eyes of a generation who cannot
separate truth from emotions,
and experience from reality.

He was created to be authentic to
genuine hearts, caring to loving souls,
and bear greatness into this world.

His being was knitted with integrity
and confidence, grown of good
character and valor.

His idea of ‘a real man’ is to fulfill the
image of what a good man ought to be
modeled after.

“A real man”

If his kisses taste everything like
honesty,
it does no good to speak
dishonestly of him simply because
all you’ve known of men is the
dishonesty they’ve poured into
your ears.

A man cannot be unworthy of trust
simply because men who looked like
him walked into your life and
slowly devoured yours.

He is weak for you,
but that does not mean he is weak.

He is strong for himself
but that does not mean it is his burden
to forever be the strength for both of
you.

Love isn’t always the easiest thing
to harvest.

If this truth has settled in your
veins already, you must not act
blind to the contradictions that are
swirling in your breath

when you’ve grown angry at him
for not falling in love with you on
your timing.

You can’t just shake a growing
tree saying, “I am a good woman so
love me,”

and expect fruits of love to just
fall.

How many seasons did your love
have to endure before it bore a
harvest?

I am always able to love,

I am simply unable to

always be loving.

There is a silent war in his mirror,

one with a history

that is out to conquer his mind.

There is a loud battle in his mind,

An, “Am I enough?” fight over his
manhood.

Am I tall enough?

Am I good-looking enough?

Am I successful enough?

Am I man enough?

Countless allies of his insecurities
bomb his happiness, attempting to
overpower everything good in him.

He is fighting an invisible crusade
that only the soul knows,