It’s hidden well, but I search deep within the crevices of your mind.
I interpret your words and actions to depict intention and longing, want and need.
They’re masked behind masculinity; hidden within the social construct that disallows you to be free....to feel.
That which praises to the appeal of lust; turns love to dust.
Strong enough to break a woman’s heart, but no strength to trust us.
Perhaps it’s deeper. It’s possible the lack of trust comes from within yourself; a complete inability to believe what you’re feeling, to put words to the feelings.
That tug beneath your chest, that pain with each breath.
Lost in the conflict; masculinity, insecurity, longing, desire, want, and need.
It’s toxicity constructed, a toxicity you’ve instructed to depict the derelict outcome of your emotional wellbeing; a lifelong inability to be vulnerable.
To open up about your feelings of love. And I’m sorry... that I couldn’t wait for you any longer because each day my love grew stronger, your barriers did the same.