I love someone Who doesn't Love me the same way And I realized It doesn't actually matter. Because I'm finally realizing I love me as I am I am smiling Laughing Because I realize how much it Doesn't actually f*cking matter. If someone doesn't love me the same Actually How could they? I live and love loud, big, vast, daring, deeply, intensely It could never be the same. How could we ever love Another the same? We all love differently And in this moment My skin is tingling Realizing I am free From requiring Wanting Needing Someone To chose me, To want me To validate My existence My being My specialness My beauty. Because it will never be enough Until I give it to me And once I have given it to me Others giving it to me or not Is irrelevant. Because my love is enough And, I still choose to love others Deeply Regardless. And yes, that doesn't stop me dreaming of someone Someday Joining my love party Seeing, Really seeing each other Going beyond mind. Connecting deeper Than ever imagined I still dream of that And yet, I'm free Here Now Regardless.
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