To love me properly
Be vulnerable
Come honest
Practice deep curiosity
Not just about me
About EVERYTHING!
Be emotionally intelligent
Especially about yourself
Dream
Imagine
Never forget how to look at me
Like I'm the North Star
Want me to write books of poetry about
How you and me equals us
Dance with me to the rhythm of our heartbeats
Enjoy staying up into the quiet hours
Discussing obscure and wonderful things
Willingly and gently hold space for me
Be okay with being, and being with quiet company
Give and receive love in spontaneous small gestures
Own your imperfections gracefully
Own your mistakes openly
Love me fiercely and without chains
Hunt for magic in the world
Create magic in its absence
Play for the sake of it
Respect me in thought, word, and deed
Honor me by dancing in the light of all my
Shining diamond facets
I'll do the same for you
Desire to embrace a prismatic life
Whatever is left undefined here
Treat as an opportunity to dive deeper
Learn more
Know me better
I am bottomless
An endless landscape to explore
Be willing to be broken open
I want to run my mind over every square inch of your soul
Commit to memory the scars life has left on your heart
So that I may know how to navigate your rough waters
I want to listen to the meanderings of your inner child
I want to know you in 360 degrees
And three dimensions
Be brave enough to shine light into your shadows
Unashamed because you understand
How important healing oneself is
Be secure in my transparency
Be like stained glass
Brilliantly and complexly designed
Beautiful and translucent
Know that love is a lifetime conversation
A dance that never ends
Shifting and changing
Gracefully synchronized
The prerequisites for loving me properly
May sound unachievable
But to the right person
It will sound like a revelation
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Category: Being Me
Healing
I have no interest in dating or lovers
I think that part of me might be dead
At least I cannot feel anything where that want should be
It is a dead zone in my chest
A hollow place
A salted field that cannot grow life
I have too much healing to do
So much work to do
I need to learn how to TRUST myself again
How to LOVE myself again
How to BE myself again
Now is the time for quiet
The time to feel complicated feelings
Listen to the whispers of a broken heart
A disillusioned spirit
The time to grieve shattered dreams
Relinquished hopes
And lost futures
When the processing is complete
The healing well advanced
The distrust subsided
We'll see where I am
What I want
What I need
Who I am
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Tinsel
Among my dark tresses
Magic is sprouting
So many threads of silver tinsel
Adorning my head like glittering filaments
Filling my hair with starlight
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Unfolding
I used to try to force my day to unfold according to my will.
Now, I try to allow the will of the day to unfold me.
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Chiaroscuro
I have befriended darkness
I have plunged my fingers into the deep blackness
Smelled its rich sent
Felt its chill
I have stared into its oblivion
Wondering what is on the other side
And I've felt it watching me back
Equally curious
It whispers of base things
Lust
Craving
Need
Reckless abandon
Danger
Ecstasy
Seduction
Indulgence
Pleasure
Pain
I have felt it caress my skin
Shadow spooning the light
Defining my edges
I am incomplete without it
Its contrast necessary
Reminding that there is no light
Without darkness to define it
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Rivers
I have cried rivers
To cleanse my heart
Of the goods and bads of you
In those waters
I finally see my own reflection
Haloed in sunlight
Instead of your shadow
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Storyteller Heart
With awkward ineloquent rhymes
I started breathing life into words I tattooed
Onto untold reams of pressed dead trees
When I was still learning how to tell my story
I held too much inside
I needed a pressure valve
An escape hatch for my muted voice
That had so much to say
But hid from the light of day
To hold space for my soul which felt so keenly
I juggled words in my mind
Like a magician rolls coins across his knuckles
A dance of language
Choreographed to the rhythm of heartbeats
Raw and unrefined
But as necessary as air
I worried about those early musings
Sure they were self-indulgent nonsense
Important to no one but me
But that was the point
The words were important to no one but me
The way they should be
If others understood them
If others were moved by them
Then I was doing something extra that was right
I gave my voice the space to tell my story
Released my experience as art
Defined by my own rules
A baby poet learning how to
Let her storyteller heart fly
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Magical Me
My heart screamed,
“What about my hopes and dreams?
The magical things
That make me, me?”
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A Love Song for Myself
I will write a love song for myself
A song of hope
A song so free
A song of everything I want to be
I will write a love song for myself
A ballad of returning
A ballad of ascension
A ballad celebrating my redemption
I will write a love song for myself
A tune for forging forward paths
A tune for changing ways
A tune for the coming better days
I will write a love song for myself
A triumphant magnum opus
A symphony of surrender and release
A life-renewing masterpiece
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Whole Again
I’m learning how to experience joy without
my broken heart fearing that the experience will be taken from me before I can feel it fully
To feel the elation without it immediately triggering tears of mourning
It’s difficult and beautiful learning how to become whole again
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