There’s this tendency that many of us humans have, to attach to someone’s potential.
The notion that they could do better than they’re behaving.
That they have more to offer the world than what they currently are.
That this will most certainly be the last time they hurt us in whichever way they do.
We need to stop attaching ourselves to people’s “potential”.
What a sweet pleasure men have
that they don’t even realize
and most certainly take for granted
the privilege of getting to be irresponsible with their bodies
This letter to you has been a long time coming.
I’ll say right now — please only read this if you genuinely care to grow with me into these next chapters of life together.
If you choose to read in full, I ask you to truly stick it out until the end — I’ll tell you right now, this is a long letter. It’s extensive, it’s a deep dive, and it’s not for the faint of heart.
I’m not the least bit ashamed
about the fact that I’m a romantic
I fall a little bit
in some way
I crave silver lined lips
moonlight inspired kisses
summer nights walking down the middle of a quiet street
deep healing conversations
I’m fucking done comparing myself
it ends here
I refuse to fall into another one of those vortexes
juxtaposing myself against another
The issue is not
with you loving too hard
or being too much
is with their inability
to receive the fullness of who you are
My pulse is big and I love hard
taking big, juicy bites out of life
I choose to ravish my existence in the world
throwing her against the wall
as I kiss and suck her neck