I like me

As a human being. I'm not a maze looking for that melting love. I'm the eyes and desire to pet cats after a hard days night. I'm a man like human. I mean, I'm a man who likes to be human. Some milk and cookie dough is a past time from an adult-like innocence I had with a friend a few years ago. Smuggled some real time. Like what's your sign? Fuck you that's my sign. And what does that mean? It could mean fuck you astrology is bullshit. It could mean fuck you your not a capricorn like me. Or it could mean fuck you I'm just horny. Like I'd like to fuck you. Does it matter what Im saying as you're just buying groceries? If I had to guess you just want someone to talk about your day with, not debate about my secrets that you'll never know anyway, no matter how intriguing. And I wrote this somewhere and the beauty love belongs in this poem here but also in the organic out there. The meant to be always stunk of arranged marriage to me. There's what people want and what people need and then there's only the real that I can choose for myself. If I love you I have to be free to choose you for myself in the right way which is organic and tastes great.