At times I do not want to fuck
and in those times you judge me
your eyes disbelieving
your mood somber
like a bull in a china shop
slamming of cupboard doors
short replies when i try to communicate

I am hurting right now
I do not know the source
of infliction, the original wound
why do you scoff, when I mention
'lets just cuddle and talk'
As if this offends you
Like I have committed a crime
The true crime is that
you do not comprehend
nor do you wish to

I want to love from the heart
to embrace the divine
when we embrace and become one
to enter the space of profoundness
Its a journey, not a destination
to get there I need to accept
many ugly truths
before I can heal
I change every day
and you struggle to keep up
I choose to be free
and you choose to suffer

No I do not want to fuck
to know the hurt that comes
from your delusion
misconception
If you took a moment
to listen, to truly hold my space
in the moment
then you may just begin to learn
and comprehend
I can lead a horse to water
but I can not make you drink

I do not judge you
when you are hurt
or even when you are happy
I hold you close when the tears fall
or when they do not
too much to ask to have the same in return
See the roses and not the thorns
I am not your slave
I do not need to accept the chains
that come from indoctrination
procrastination
belittlement
the expectation to be seen but not heard

Such is the power of free will

Honor it or get out