i came across 2pacs poem “what can i offer her?” it made me wonder, what can i offer him? he gave me knowledge most men his age couldn’t offer he went through it all you could see it when you looked in his eyes they were soft warm but cold he had stories to tell i listened every night that i had layed beside him gasping in awe to me he was perfection all around beauty the newly blossemed flower ready to show the world its colors the butterfly who just gained his wings i want to see him go far to give up his place in the streets put the medicine down and accept who he is live to his full potential this cant be all he sees himself as this isnt all he can be what can i offer him? everything he gave me was so pure but covered in sut everything he gave me was so rough but plastered in new beginnings if i could accept it maybe id still be willingly wrapped around his finger if i could accept it maybe he’d still be hypnotizing me to me he was the brightest when he spoke i was unable to figure him out the complexity he displayed was so easily put together almost rehearsed that didnt make me thing twice about his sincerity i was sure he gave me all of him what can i offer him? i could never find the answer i still struggle to put my finger on it i ponder on the thought of if he had a clue i attempted to sprawl out my emotions on the table a game of solitaire flip one and pick one up but i couldnt seem to open all the way up what can i offer him? he was wiser then me only by some years the lives we both lived were so drastically different the tales he told me were so new everything was so different i was locked in his chambers i didnt want to be released ive seen him cry i didnt paint him as weak i didnt think grown men cried when he did it made him look stronger in my eyes the way he expressed his emotions so raw even when his words stuck me like pins and needles i couldnt help but want to say thank you thank him for not sugar coating things thank him for giving me everything i ever wanted honesty i stll want to thank him he wont let me get a word in what could i offer him? did i offer him what ever girl before me offered? shallow love shallow love making hallow emotions just because he is who he is he’s desirable the materialistic things he had didnt draw me in sometimes i think thats what he wanted did he want me to want his money? his street mentality that made him so strong? is that all he sees himself to be? i valued him for his raw emotions his open sensitivity his love for his son his pain that he visualized when he’d describe is war stories his voice when he told me i was beautiful because i know he meant it when i fell for him i knew it was going to leave a scrape the ones that scar hes a story that i love to tell i wonder if he sees what i see i wonder if they see what i see the words that would hurt would hit me like bullets knock the wind out of me leave a mark forever they stuck so well formed so well projected he meant what he said and i absorbed i meant what i said too i loved him more then the sun loved the moon but like them we couldn’t meet in the middle we could never stand together day and night light and bright optimism and pessimism it didnt mix well i wanted to change everything about myself for him i wanted to be his it meant more to me when he told me he didnt want me to change stay the same he told me if i changed it’d feel fake i am who i am he didnt want me unless i was authentic he didnt want me when i was in his world i didnt fit in my fairytale there was a throne made just for him and a crown that fits i wonder if he thinks about me like i daydream of him how i wish for him how i think about the first time we kissed i couldnt get him off my mind the first time i met him how i never thought i could love like this now im shattered glass don’t come too close i met the man of my dreams he was all i wished for but he was not charmed not intrigued what can i offer him?
i came across 2pacs poem “what can i offer her?” 
it made me wonder, what can i offer him?
he gave me knowledge most men his age couldn’t offer 
he went through it all you could see it
when you looked in his eyes they were soft 
warm but cold 
he had s... stories
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What Can I Offer Him?

i came across 2pacs poem “what can i offer her?” it made me wonder, what can i offer him? he gave me knowledge most men his age couldn’t offer he went through it all you could see it when you looked in his eyes they were soft warm but cold he had stories to tell i listened every night that i had layed beside him gasping in awe to me he was perfection all around beauty the newly blossemed flower ready to show the world its colors the butterfly who just gained his wings i want to see him go far to give up his place in the streets put the medicine down and accept who he is live to his full potential this cant be all he sees himself as this isnt all he can be what can i offer him? everything he gave me was so pure but covered in sut everything he gave me was so rough but plastered in new beginnings if i could accept it maybe id still be willingly wrapped around his finger if i could accept it maybe he’d still be hypnotizing me to me he was the brightest when he spoke i was unable to figure him out the complexity he displayed was so easily put together almost rehearsed that didnt make me thing twice about his sincerity i was sure he gave me all of him what can i offer him? i could never find the answer i still struggle to put my finger on it i ponder on the thought of if he had a clue i attempted to sprawl out my emotions on the table a game of solitaire flip one and pick one up but i couldnt seem to open all the way up what can i offer him? he was wiser then me only by some years the lives we both lived were so drastically different the tales he told me were so new everything was so different i was locked in his chambers i didnt want to be released ive seen him cry i didnt paint him as weak i didnt think grown men cried when he did it made him look stronger in my eyes the way he expressed his emotions so raw even when his words stuck me like pins and needles i couldnt help but want to say thank you thank him for not sugar coating things thank him for giving me everything i ever wanted honesty i stll want to thank him he wont let me get a word in what could i offer him? did i offer him what ever girl before me offered? shallow love shallow love making hallow emotions just because he is who he is he’s desirable the materialistic things he had didnt draw me in sometimes i think thats what he wanted did he want me to want his money? his street mentality that made him so strong? is that all he sees himself to be? i valued him for his raw emotions his open sensitivity his love for his son his pain that he visualized when he’d describe is war stories his voice when he told me i was beautiful because i know he meant it when i fell for him i knew it was going to leave a scrape the ones that scar hes a story that i love to tell i wonder if he sees what i see i wonder if they see what i see the words that would hurt would hit me like bullets knock the wind out of me leave a mark forever they stuck so well formed so well projected he meant what he said and i absorbed i meant what i said too i loved him more then the sun loved the moon but like them we couldn’t meet in the middle we could never stand together day and night light and bright optimism and pessimism it didnt mix well i wanted to change everything about myself for him i wanted to be his it meant more to me when he told me he didnt want me to change stay the same he told me if i changed it’d feel fake i am who i am he didnt want me unless i was authentic he didnt want me when i was in his world i didnt fit in my fairytale there was a throne made just for him and a crown that fits i wonder if he thinks about me like i daydream of him how i wish for him how i think about the first time we kissed i couldnt get him off my mind the first time i met him how i never thought i could love like this now im shattered glass don’t come too close i met the man of my dreams he was all i wished for but he was not charmed not intrigued what can i offer him?

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