PickMe

I brag different…

It irks me how some men who take pride in their heartlessness…always have the biggest ones. Especially since the persona they portray…can be torn apart…the minute they meet the product of their heartbreaks. I’m usually that product and it’s so good that most get addicted…just off my energy. It’s always giving heavy pick me vibes when it comes to the men I entertain. So if it’s ever a situation where it’s their happiness or mine…I’m picking me every time. Which is why I attract men who always put their feelings first too. They attract me because my refusal to be caged, unintentionally shows them what they put the women before me through. And I always end up asking them for forgiveness…just like they did with all the hearts their former heartlessness broke.

Being a pick me is a learned behavior that I had no choice but to develop. By nature I’m a nurturer. But after being drained by men who I chose to drop my guards for…I had to learn how to protect my heart. Remaining child free is the main requirement for this type of lifestyle because it’s a lot easier to discard a body…when there’s no shared bodies. Which is why baby traps kept being set up for me. Because men know that once that cord is attached…it’s almost impossible to escape their pull. Now that I stopped granting access to my portal…it looks like the new trap of those who still can’t leash me, is to downplay the quality of my ‘product’. And all I’m wondering is…if it’s not what it clearly is…why can’t you quit?

Projection is what it’s giving because I know how hard it is for most men to find a solid connection that’s deeper than physicality...in this energetic economy. Especially for those in certain professions because all they really have to pick from…are energies who thirst after what can be seen. So I move how I want…no matter what your status is. Because I understand that being able to tap into a person’s soul the way I do, without sex, isn’t a skill most women possess. Which is why I have twin an nem strung out on my spirit…irrespective of the physical flaws I’m in possession of. But until I meet a soul who isn’t obsessed with training mine to fall in line with the emotionally stunted ideologies of toxic masculinity…I’m content being pick me puss….

Love,

Choosy