Want My Own

Being on the scene is no longer appealing.
Sleeping around is no longer fulfilling.
Hanging around the guys…it’s fun but something is missing.
No more wasting money, buying drinks.
No more one-liners or baseless compliments.
No longer will I allow my bullsh!t to cover my eyes.
I’ve thrown it out the window. I’ve dismissed it.
Leaving the hurts and frustrations in the past…will no longer allow it
to characterize me.
Used to question it,
But now I’m ready for commitment.

I want my own.
Tired of carrying out reruns of the same show.
When I’ve looked for it, I’ve looked in the wrong places.
When I’ve waited for it, things have gone at a snail’s pace.
Want no more situations where I’m pretending.
Want to say those three precious words and it actually have meaning.
Want to feel refreshed when I hear that voice.
Even invite the arguments to enjoy making up afterwards.
When I’m struggling, I want ‘her’ to pick me up.
When I’m going through, I want to lie in ‘her’ arms and not always have to be tough.
Want to feel that distinct touch that has its own signature.
Want ‘her’ to be the axis on which my world spins around.
Want ‘her’ to know that I want ‘her’ to hold me down.
‘She’ doesn’t need to build me, but accept me.
‘She’ doesn’t need to change me, but enhance me.
Give me something whose foundation stands on trust and truth…
Something that’s strong and endures
The test of time.

Man wasn’t made to live alone.
My prize, where can it be found?
I refuse to pick a number and be an option.
No more converting simple things into rocket science.
I want my own.
I’m ready for ‘her’ to step in.
I’m prepared for ‘her’…ready to be ‘her’ man.
Tired of congratulating others on their findings.
Behind my smile, I’m tired of hiding.