I've been told that I'm a "unicorn", "unreachable", "independent".

I've been hired for my wit and intellect.

I've even been a muse.

Why do people give me these titles? These esoteric titles? I've always wanted to be practical and rigid. So few women in my life get to be soft or are gifted these graces. I won't lie; I've shut myself in...for fear and shame. I've been wounded, misunderstood, and betrayed. I hoped this Scorpio Moon would have brought me something exciting (you). Instead, I'm deep in trying to untangle what's left (of me). I have a whole world before me, sometimes it beckons me, and through my sour limerence, I hoped that one day you would see me.

You do, but not in the way I want you to.