Pedestal

I put myself on a pedestal.

It begins a million miles high and I sit on it as I laugh at you or shake my head. 

That doesn’t mean I’m unattainable. I fucking promise. I can also laugh with you and provide a ladder to get to me. Hell, I’ll probably meet you halfway, as long as you value what you’re getting. I’ll jump off of it once we’re equal.

The pedestal isn’t at a fixed height. It will adjust to you.

You just have to act right, respect me and work for it. If you don’t find that agreeable you can simply keep it moving. I’m sure there are other women out there who aren’t as difficult to reach, maybe you could try one of them.

I’m not one to apologize for my high self-worth, so I won’t. I am a complete package, with all the upgrades, features and highest desirable qualities. It doesn’t mean I think I’m for everyone, I’m not. I’m also stubborn, pretentious and a huge fucking headache sometimes. 

I am worth everything that I am. That doesn’t mean I need your money. Theres a high possibility I make more than you. However I require being paid in other ways: respect, attention, affection and time. 

Too expensive?

You can keep shopping then. I’ll stay on my pedestal.