a woman

i’m an honest man.

winter makes honesty unavoidable.

the cold strips the extras.

what’s left is what’s real.


my heart feels colder —

not closed,

just trained.

i’m getting older and bolder,

more weight on my shoulders,

less tolerance for anything that isn’t aligned.


it’s zero degrees.

just like me — zero degrees.

no excess warmth.

no wasted emotion.


i outshine the finest degree

with the shine of my decree.


i’m an honest man.

so what would it take for a woman

to meet someone who isn’t reaching?

who isn’t asking?

who isn’t filling space with noise just to feel wanted?


who on god’s green earth

can stand next to a man

who already completed the climb internally?

who doesn’t need ascent —

he is the elevation.


i’ve been hurt.

been in pain.

been abandoned, corrected, stripped.

i stood on my pain long enough

that it stopped wobbling beneath me.


i don’t seek completion.

i don’t seek halves.

i don’t seek rescue.

i don’t seek reassurance.


i won’t be anxiously attached.

i won’t be avoidant.

i won’t be attached at all

in the way attachment used to mean

losing myself to keep someone.


attachment taught me lessons.

detachment taught me structure.


i don’t know how to rely on anyone anymore —

i learned how fast reliance becomes erosion

when it isn’t mutual.


a couple things will never change.

i told myself i’d never be the same.

i’m directed forward now.

no looking back.

no checking mirrors.

eyes on the road,

steps syncing with a vision

i already lived through internally.


every move has weight now.

every pause is chosen.

nothing accidental.


a woman —

i know how to serve you.

i know how to handle you.


because i learned restraint —

not the kind that suppresses,

but the kind that doesn’t leak need.


because i learned timing —

when to speak,

when to stay still,

when presence does more than pursuit ever could.


because i learned how dangerous love becomes

when it isn’t anchored.


i learned not to project my desires onto you.

not to turn attraction into expectation.


i learned not to possess —

not to cage,

not to claim,

not to shrink you into something i can control.


i learned how to stand parallel,

side by side,

two whole beings moving forward

without one orbiting the other.


i learned not to objectify —

not with my eyes,

not with my words,

not with my attention.


i learned how cheap connection feels

when it’s treated like currency,

and how rare it becomes

when it’s treated like something sacred.


i learned how to value connection

without feeding off it.

how to keep people close

without leaning on them.


i learned how to be steady

so you don’t have to carry me.


i won’t complete you.

i won’t save you.

i won’t dissolve into you.


i’ll meet you standing.

whole.

unmoved by fear.

unhooked from need.


that’s the only place

a man like me

knows how to love from now. 


— Mr. Mak




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