The Blood & The Bones

They all think what I write is about them. Whoever the last love was or the one that thinks he’s the one that got away.

And he is right but so are they.

Everything I have given you here, every story told or beautifully painful thing I’ve written is for any boy that ever had their hands completely full of me and failed to be worthy.

A woman unlike the others who required them to be a man in all the ways the girls before had not wanted him to be. One who wanted him to unveil the parts of himself others said he had to keep locked up.

A woman who needed him to be a leader, the patriarch, the final say. But, also strong enough to be vulnerable with her. Empowering him to be his truest and most authentic self.

A man that chases his dreams and still comes back home to her with hope and a plan. Because it’s important to fly but also to land. The man that wanted one woman. A woman who believed in him. Who wanted more for him and remained through worse and not just better..

When they started to see what she wanted of them, that it truly was for them and not just her, some knew they could not live up to what she saw in them. Because it’s a scary thing to be asked to live up to your full potential when staying in the same place is so much easier. Looking for the clear path or the girl who won’t ask you to do or be better. And when you know you lack the courage to be the kind of man that warrants that kind of love or even one that loves himself enough, then that realization of inadequacy must be terrifying.

So, yes, it’s for you and them and all the rest. The ones who could not be the kind of man who deserves me.

But, I still hope someday you will be.

the blood
& the bones