Aphrodite's Endeavors

The outer shell of one’s persona are the causes of what brought them to this exact moment. Each mind sensing the equivalent fractions know as what trust seemed to be. Looking in the softened eyes known as innocence triggering a soft spot in its core. He’s typical. The corruptions of the past lovers have left him vulnerable. The wrong turn of another. The nonchalant presence quivers in between what use to be a simple conversation turned into blank fulfilled questions. Why should she have to feel softened at the voice without a simple pleasure of acknowledgement? Leaving an innocent soul in the dark. She should never be perceived as “doing too much” when caring for you is never enough. While simply being there for him is the bare minimum. She should never apologize for caring nor, accepting the fate that she may be the reason. The term past inadequate has filled her fate. Men simply cannot qualify to one single need in her life like they can for others. Refusing to be brainwashed at the thought of defending his honor when he is in the wrong, and or when the shoe is on the other foot. Grasping the very thought of his inner demeanor of him being a complete and utter “fuck boy” excuse expression. Getting rid of the grasp that you do not deserve to be alone but be with none other than yourself. You can never truly say you know what you had until its gone. Sad to say that time has come to see what you’re capable of without her.