This internal battle never ends. It’s dumb and it’s constant.

First of all, my vagina needs to STFU, cause it can be pleased with a rechargeable adult accessory. Yeah I said it, I’m a grown ass woman… we’re all adults here (if you’re not… you need to get outta here, this is no place for you). Apparently it has a brain of its own, cause it has the ability to discern amazing D and then fires off signals to my heart and brain. Stop this. Stop this now. You're the lowest on the totem pole as far as decision-making goes. Know your role, vagina.

My heart is stupid, weak and strong as fuck at the same time. I don’t blame it, it just wants to feel. I don’t allow it to. I let my heart speak when it comes to decisions about my life, but when it comes to men I shut it down. It has no say… My heart has Yezzy’s “Bound 2” on repeat, on full blast. Uhh huh honey. Its ridiculous, if my life were a movie you’d hear that song go off about anytime an attractive man gets near me.

My brain runs the show. My brain is a fantasy killer. My brain is a crush crusher, it's a friend-zone creator. Logic and analytics don’t allow my brain to send signals back to my heart. Instances in which a woman would normally begin daydreaming about Fantasy Scenario A, B, & C are all stopped in their tracks. My brain scrutinizes over the hard facts (facts like he has a girlfriend…. that one has a girlfriend… that one has a girlfriend too). It doesn’t even allow me to enjoy the simple statement of “I miss you.” "What does that even mean," it asks. I never know either, so fine, you win… all the time, brain.

You. Fucking. Win. All. The. Time.

Real talk though, one day the heart is gonna kick your ass… Kick yo’ ass harrrrd. I look forward to that day.