You don’t understand what I mean When I say you don’t look at me like I am real.
Because you see me, and you see freedom And excitement An escape from the morals you both want and don’t want to adhere to. From the duties you feel you must fulfill.
But in this you miss, if not my expectations, the fact that I need to viewed with substance. To be more than the manic pixie That you so desperately want.
Because I will sit here and watch As you pass me as a stepping stone in your life And find your wife Have your kids And long for something more than what you chose.
And you will love her, and you will care for her Every feeling true, and intense, and meaningful While you fuck someone like me And hold her close And make her feel like nothing more Than your most treasured fantasy.