You hold me down, not back.

I can never thank you enough for it.

still a goddess

even powerful women tire

lose themselves sometimes

are unable to see the light

that doesn’t make them any less powerful

nobody is perfect

you are all a part of me now

to the past loves
to the ones who never were
to the ones who used me
to the ones I used
to the ones who broke me
the intense romance
the toxic relationships
the lessons learned
the experience gained
the heart rebuilt

some are just not kind
they use you up, throw you out
just a memory

stuck

Sometimes, I don’t know who I am.
What makes me, me?
Am I trying too hard to be what and who I was in the past?
If I am not reading,
writing,
singing,
have I lost myself?
Am I just evolving into someone new?
Someone better?
Do I force the old ways?
Embrace new ways?
Sometimes, it feels like too much pressure.

it’s the way you love me

the way you love astounds me
maybe it was like that in the beginning for me
the first time
but it was so long ago I can’t remember

it’s your calm and patience
when I am ugly crying
completely lost in my mind and emotions

it’s the way you remind
everything is going to be all right
we’re going to be all right

I’ve unintentionally trained myself
that if I show to much emotion
if I don’t hold it all together
my partner will bottle up and shut down
but you don’t

you don’t.

I’ll be fine next to you

you hold me when I’m
scared
sad
tired

you brush my hair
with your hand
and tell me not to worry
I will be fine

you hold back judgment
but give so much in
understanding,
patience

I’m always discovering new
reasons I love you

open book

you love me through my every insecurity
your honesty and bluntness
create a unique, safe space for my heart
there is no wondering
what you mean or
how you feel
you are an open book that
I love to read