His Heart
Learning to heal a heart that you didn't break.
His heart was beautifully crafted in a world where good men didn't exist
And in the midst, his heart was tattered by women more accustomed to being battered than
Innocently flattered by a man more interested in knowing her than telling the fella's he'd had her.
Beautiful man.
Allow me to take a stand
As a woman who refuses to dumb down and categorize you with every other type of man
Based off one rotten apple in the farmer's garden.
So pardon the feminist mantra of "no good men"
Because as women, the nurturing remedies of your hearts, the ball has been dropped.
Because we called you inadequate for failure to fill a place never designed for you in our heart,
Beautiful man.
Your heart has been hardened by the torment of failures.
Failures that were never your fault, but imposed by faulty standards you've been taught.
Taught to uphold the needs of others while neglecting your very own.
As if your heart is an imagined figmentation that doesn't need love, care, and affection.
So your heart continues to harden to the point of no return.
Because intimacy has left you bruised
Your ego has refused to allow even the slightest of softening of your heart.
Because, even when authentic, the chance to feel it's legitimacy is interrupted by recollections of failed intimacy memories.
So, beautiful man, I apologize for the mismanagement of your heart.
And not playing my part as a safe place
For your vulnerabilities that render you a target to the bullets of our matriarchal society.
Beautiful man,
Your heart is beautiful
And past the iron casted safety precautions,
I see your heart.
I see you.
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