Unappreciated Servitude

I like to think
I take from you slowly
and with every intention
to tear you apart
from all of your fears and doubts of me
I would love to be that man
that exists to please
to be that man I must
in your world
Granted the blessing
yet gifted the curse
of understanding
of seeking the path
of being a real man
I rather be
an acknowledged gentleman
when it matters to strangers
than be the unappreciated
servant to your love
purely when it delights



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