im a sad girl

i’m a fixer. for as long as i’ve known, i had a gravitation towards men that were broken. i felt safer and relatable knowing that someone came from the same non-luxurious life style as me. the men i dated grew up poor, and i met them in pieces. when i healed them, and sewed up the seams from the last girl they loved, they never thought twice about spoiling the shit out of me. fancy restaurants overlooking the city, elaborate dates and endless creativity. no man could resist splurging for a girl who changed his life and nurtured him like a mother. and no girl can resist a man wanting to shower her in the most grand tasteful ways that she never had growing up. and when i left them, they were successful, exactly what they wanted to be, forever grateful and indebted they had the chance to be cared for by me. i’m a fixer. i fix broken people so i never have to come to terms with fixing myself. 

02.22.2024