There are days when I know I should love me more Days where I feel sick of me My anxiety unleashing my insecurities There are days when I wish I loved me as unconditionally as I do others Days where I don’t meet a single condition My gut rotting with feelings of inadequacies There are … Continue reading Love Me More
Tag: Reflection
Reverence
He came to me like a poemSudden and freshThoughts of him rest at the tip of my tongue My words willing to dive into his chest at the risk of never being returnedHis melanin coloring my pagesHis roots deep and protectedMy verses must carry some weightSweet enough to be swallowed wholeAndReal enough to be remembered … Continue reading Reverence
Still Growing
Sometimes I start two or three new pieces before one comes to completion You’re still the muse This is just the latest edition I used to want to write someone like you into my story But I couldn’t have imagined a ‘you’ all on my own My version of you would’ve been boring Like Rocky … Continue reading Still Growing
Garden 2
I’m afraid I’ll fall prey To the beauty in your smile Or the ‘home’ in your hugs I’m afraid to become too attached To the smell of your skin Or the taste of your kiss I’m afraid of losing me By getting lost in you Or loving you more than I love myself I’m afraid … Continue reading Garden 2
The Chair in the Corner
I’m sitting in your favorite chair The latest version at least In the same corner all the others have been In the same corner I watched your hair turn grey. I’ve sat here every time I’ve come Trying to absorb the lingering memories The laughs, the yells, the conversations in Tagalog that were too fast … Continue reading The Chair in the Corner
The Lonely Hour
I know it’ll pass but the lonely is strong when I don’t want to cry into my pillow, filling it with my hurt because I want to be held. When I want to cry into a chest more resilient than mine in the moment. To be pulled in tighter than I can hug myself. The … Continue reading The Lonely Hour
Self Reflection
Words escape your mouth and hide underneath my skin; their jagged edges coloring my sweat the most beautiful red. I lie in bed, avoiding both our truths. You’re an abuser and I seek to understand your hurt too. Love can heal but that’s something we both must choose. Just saying “I love you” is enough … Continue reading Self Reflection
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