I’m terrified that I’m getting this wrong.

In your one breath I hear I’m purely satisfying,

In another I hear I’m utterly repulsive.

Am I doing enough? Am I doing too much? Sometimes I find myself caught in between your words trying to decipher the truth from the lie. I’ve always been in love with writing and speaking my words. Somewhere down the line, my word were silenced. I then fell in love with the words that I heard and decided to work on listening more than I spoke. What a blessing and a curse.

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i am everything a person could ask for. i am smart, thoughtful, curious, polite, adventurous and so much more. anyone would be beyond blessed to have me.

when i love, i love hard. my love is like water breaking through a dam. at first, it brushes against the dam making its presence known. once its presence is known, the strength of the water increases and throws itself against the dam. finally, the water is at its strongest state and it bursts through the dam, unable to keep its boundaries.

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i’m not a fun girl anymore

those days were left in college years

the woman i am today enjoys

being courted, romance, reassurance, and security in knowing what she brings to the table is enough.

sometimes my brain and feelings are confused

in one breath i hear i am enough and that i am loved for me

in one breath i hear i can do more and things that insinuate the thrill is missed and that i am old

yea, i can do better, but what if this is the best i got?

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the after rain effect

the after rain effect

i am layered; my trauma is my muse; writing is my therapy; music is my love language;

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