—to be seen yet remain hidden.
I said I hate men,
but you are exceptional.
I can smell the manhood that you have
from afar.
Maybe chivalry isn’t dead
because opening a door is far from a big deal,
and you touch me politely
as if I were fragile and delicate.
You are very kind and thoughtful.
You know when I’m tired.
You know when I’m mad.
Darling, when your mortality has expired,
only then can I say
chivalry is dead.
—Red
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I said I hate men,but you are exceptional.I can smell the manhood that you havefrom afar.Maybe chivalry isn’t deadbecause opening a door is far from a big deal,and you touch me politelyas if I were fragile and delicate.You are very kind and thoughtful.You know when I’m tired.You know when I’m mad.Darling, when your mortality has…
Perhaps I don’t have to be torn between you and solitude—because to be with a human who sees my soul to every word I spoke, who can read my silence, to be with a human where I can be my most authentic self, where I can feel the most alive, and to have a sense…
Writings of Red 