You don’t understand what I mean
When I say you don’t look at me like I am real.
Because you see me, and you see freedom
An escape from the morals you both want and don’t want to adhere to.
From the duties you feel you must fulfill.
But in this you miss, if not my expectations, the fact that I need to viewed with substance.
To be more than the manic pixie
That you so desperately want.
Because I will sit here and watch
As you pass me as a stepping stone in your life
And find your wife
Have your kids
And long for something more than what you chose.
And you will love her, and you will care for her
Every feeling true, and intense, and meaningful
While you fuck someone like me
And hold her close
And make her feel like nothing more
Than your most treasured fantasy.