A little about self-worth

People can often tell you rich, complex stories about their lives. And they can be labeled as lies. In the strict morality of black and white, they are black. They are lies. They are the stories that people tell themselves and others, which could potentially/ plausibly be the stories of their lives if they did…

A Letter to My Future Child

My Dear Love, When you come into this world, it will be the most beautiful and the most scariest day of my life. It will be beautiful because you will make me so happy, but it will be scary because the thought of you ever being sad will make me sad. And my mind will…

Making love, while you are at it

I love how hard you are,  There’s something oddly overwhelming when a man as strong as you touches me with butter fingers. Your tight tight glutes when you thrust into me, When you unashamedly moan into my hair when you find your pleasure.   When you don’t shy away from looking me in the eyes,…

This Valentine’s – Choose Yourself

It takes a huge amount of self love to be worthy of the love that you think you deserve. One act of self love can turn the wheels of fortune in your favour. But like with most things that are worth it, this isn’t easy. Self love isn’t easy. To begin with it needs a…

That’s how I Feel..

When I take off my heels after a long day at work,  And my feet find even footing again.  That’s how you feel.  When I take that first bitter sip of strong strong black coffee,  And the world feels right again.  That’s how you feel.  When I take off my work clothes and snuggle into…

How do you touch me without using your hands?

There is somebody out there who wants to be with me I can feel it in the way he looks at me The way he tries to hold my hand The way he ruffles my hair  Or how he kisses me on the forehead.   But I don’t remember any longer  What falling in love…

My idea of Love ❤️

I think of someone tall, with broad shoulders, a smile that lights up their eyes. Some salt and pepper hair, somebody who hugs with all their heart. I also think of how they pamper me when I am low, how comfortable they are with my silence. I feel how I might feel in their arms…

Hollow yet Heavy

People choose to leave. They disappear. They choose to end. People take away parts of you. They leave you feeling hollow. Things echo in you. With time the echoes die down. With time. But every time somebody leaves, Every time someone leaves with a part of you, Why do you feel heavy? Why is there…

The Dinner Date

We met each other at Chili’s. Just looking at him warmed something inside of me. It was only the 3rd time that we were meeting each other. After a chaste peck on the lips he sat down opposite me. I was both grateful for the distance and upset by it. Dinner was good. He had…

The Day After the First Night

I ubered back to my brothers’ very early on Sunday. He had a mid morning flight to catch and after last night I wanted to put some distance between us. Physically. As I peeled of my dress and got into the shower, I could see the marks beginning to take form.. around my nipples, under…