Flowers on the Moon

i had to question your love for me, and that’s when i knew that your love wasn’t meant for me.

don’t have to feel guilty for not being someone’s version of perfect anymore.

if you ever enter my life
with intentions other than decorating the space in my mind
and furnishing the thoughts on my mental,
don’t be surprised when i decide never
to open my doors to you again.
i’ll choose peace before i choose you

don’t betray your progression by running back
to the same ones you’ve outgrown.
lazy love,
your love was not meant for me. my bones are filled with too much passion to let anyone who isn’t as enthusiastic about me as i am about myself to hold me. i’ve tolerated you for too long, while i became intolerable to myself. i’ve accepted you for too long, while i became less accepting of myself. what kind of love forces you to choose between you and your lover? what kind of love tells you how much love it has for you, only to show you how little love it truly has

there are women with flowers planted firmly in their minds, and their way of thinking is not an invitation for you to water them. there are women with gold buried deep within their souls, and their outer glow is not an invitation for you to dig it out. there are women who can feed your soul with kindness and whose energy feels like sunlight, but that doesn’t mean you have permission to use their warmth whenever you please.

you are allowed to fall over and over, until you learn how to walk again.

CONTENTS
encleadus.
deimos.
amalthea.
lantana.
transition.

some things should not be fixed, not because they can’t be, but because they are the reminder you need to never break yourself for anyone ever again

you’ve bruised your knees too many times begging them not to leave, while your inner child pleads for you to come back home

why do you treat yourself so carelessly? you’ve been settling for a bare minimum kinda love, when your own love is unquantifiable. welcome love that meets you at the level that you’re at, and welcome love that embraces the level that you’re trying to get to.
to whom this may concern,
one day, you will need to make room for happiness in your life; and on that day, you will realize that you’re above all the people who hurt you, took you for granted, and mistreated you. your wounds are not you.
to whom this may concern,
understand that the ones who are only drawn to your exterior are shallow and lazy lovers. there’s nothing more intimate than being with someone who sees you. not your vessel, your skin, or your flaws, but someone who sees the god in you