How Does One Sleep When They Love A Fish That Has Taken Flight
I’m fine at being alone
until I’m alone again
I’m strong until it doesn’t work out
again.
I’m fine at being alone
until I’m alone again
I’m strong until it doesn’t work out
again.
I’m trying to love him like a confident woman who knows her worth.
They don’t understand my romanticism.
I’m taking space for myself—and it’s different. It’s quiet.
I know our world tells you to be independent and to not need too much and to not be clingy and to not be vulnerable and to play games to see if they care—but that’s not what it’s about.
Please know that I’ve stood in front of mirrors and hated my body.
“What happened to your head?” I ask.
He will love my fire—and my intensity, he will watch me like a forest fire and smile for he understand that I need that to create change.
Do not come to lap water at my feet, if you do not intend to build a home inside the walls of my heart.
I’m going to sit here and wait for a quiet love to walk straight in my door.