Strings Attached

Us meeting was a breath of fresh air,
rare are the moments when synergy dominates,
to the point where it differentiates between common,
amazingly uncommon,
here problems are nonexistent,
gone are the hesitant times,
don’t want to hurt his feelings with truthful lines of disinterest
because he is so-called “in-love”,
places me above the pedestal,
no, here is where I want to be,
in a place where there are no expectations,
no impatiently waiting,
no conversation about where I’m headed,
where I’ve been,
no questions concerning whether he is just a friend,
no me having to restrain my feminine so he can be “the” man,
no breaking up in an effort make up,
wtf is the purpose, if I’m angry sex is a non-option,
especially when most of the time its rotten,
just for you,
just for you I conceal the real self,
don’t want to bruise the male ego,
should have left a long time ago, almost before we started,
but didn’t because you have potential,
aspire to do good things,
however, at the end of the day,
I wish to fly away, wings spread, avoid love’s weight,
No, “don’t wear that, your ass is showing,”
No, “your period must be flowing, you trippin’”
No, “stop giving me the cold shoulder it ain’t snowing,”
no blowing my life spending it trying to live up to your image of me,
I mean, sometimes I just want a friend who can just “be”,
to the point where tranquility is the norm,
equaling frivolous interactions, real life porn minus the roses, dinner and demands,
leaving only woman and man to bond again, again, again,
then its back to reality,
back to living the imperfect match,
what does a sister have to do in order to get a man with no strings attached?