To the Divine Masculine

I have searched for salvation in men. 
Hoping that in their arms my philosophies would make sense. 
Philosophies that reinforced all the lies I ever told myself.
And then you entered with "boundaries" that protected no one,
not even yourself.
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You took your time spinning a web,
painted yourself as messiah,
giving me a God Complex.

So no.
I will not,
once again,
rummage through old cupboards and give you excuses. 
I will not abandon my own heart because for one split second, you brought me to my knees. 

Wounded masculine,
Peter pan,
little lost boy, 
you turn away from what YOU seek.
Do you not see that YOU have manifested me?
I'm not the shepherd here,
I'm the sheep. 

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