The structure and stature is uniquely complete. His stamina mild, adulterated and meek. Tin Man has come into my life with assurance, the know what I want in a woman, not lowering my standards attitude. Somehow he was pleased to accompany me along the narrow brick road. The Tin Man even admitted to traveling that road before, and warned me of sidetracks and tricksters. So yeah, a couple of weeks into our travel, I fucked him.
If there was a moment for me to realize that I really don’t know all that I need to know about men; it was now. I have been in and out involved with the Tin man for about 3 years now and I confess that I am still getting to know him. Why I don’t know much about him? The Tin Man is slow to inform me of what type of person he is. The previous relationships that I was in, has me rocky, inflexible and post traumatized. I am afraid of getting hurt and heartbroken again. Tin Man on the other hand uses me as a stepping stone to victory, cold crushing and less sensitive to my feelings and wants.
Tin Man is more defensive, and plays full back to keeping his heart from loving again. “Should I stay or should I go… (The Clash 1982). He sure as hell doesn’t want to be mine. Nevertheless, he nibbles at the meat dangling overhead. Loves it, and can not seem to satisfy his appetite for me. But he keeps track of his intake, and doesn’t go overboard, Tin Man refuses to become love sick.
Confused. I mean it was you, Tin Man crying to the all powerful OZ, for recognition of your emotions, to love and correlate with women. You promised to be endearing, and supportive if given a heart. The muscle of true devotion. Trust me, I understand that I am not in Kansas anymore, but should I continue down this road with him or venture out on my own.