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”.
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
Fuck anyone telling you not to look for love
I hold a belief that many
if not most of us
are out there seeking love
perhaps some are actively on the search
This piece is comes out of my process of learning to validate and own my innate worth as a woman, as well as finding comfort in my sexuality in a healthy way, where I no longer require sex or men to define who I am.
Inspired by repeated experiences of not feeling met by men over the years, this piece was written from the place of reclaiming the importance where and who I choose to invest my time and energy into, as well as the value of who I am as a woman