I'm sick of alpha posturing,
I cannot tell apart
Who's playing games, who's telling lies.
It shouldn't be so hard.
Since I don't know, I'm letting go,
Expecting no returns.
But if you want me - call my phone
And be on equal terms.
The mirror twists, I watch his lips
(I'm not the queen of elves).
But no one tells me what to do -
Unless I ask myself.
I may forgive so many things,
They needn't be explained.
But no one treats me like a toy -
Unless I want to play.
So if you want me - call my phone
And be on equal terms.
And if you don't - then walk away.
I don't expect returns.
Alpha males
© Copyright: Кристина Девулите, 2018
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