I Know I Could Always Be Good


I long for both softness and muscle in myself

I long for merely softness in a mate

I do not enjoy the plebeian thought of 

‘Someone To Watch Over Me’

It makes me sick, quite frankly

I just want to grab hold of a human

And be satiated in their presence

I do not seek a mate-

For I know I survive best alone, at least thus far

If anything I want to be the caretaker-

The strong one

Even though I am very weak.



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