I have gangster love.
Possessive, raw, unsettling, and very strong.
I push people away because I don't want you to stay if you can't handle the energy I give.

I've built these high walls of achievements, values and standards, hoping someone is willing to climb them and find me on the other side.

I'm waiting, with a smile on my face, and a cup of water for your successful climb.

People climb this wall that I've built, but give up along the way, others fall, and others don't qualify to climb.

I'm choosy, picky, and entitled because I know the love that I deserve. It's big. It's the kind that leaves me in giggles, and radiating melanin skin.

This love makes me feel safe, warm, deserving. It almost seems non-existent, weird, but I know, somehow, somewhere, this kind of love exists, just for me. The kind that I know, the kind that I deserve.

The kind that will settle my heart, calm my raging storms, my sudden anxieties, and this kind of love I know, will definitely suppress my love for food.

This love is mine. It's possessive, yet constant. Dangerous, yet calming. Strong, yet home, my oasis.

My gangster love.

-Black_Phoenix
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