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“May my body be a safe home for the evolution of my soul.”

— Zisa Aziza

“How can you say you love someone and not fight for them?” You ask me. How can I tell you I’ve been fighting for you all along ? Fighting to love you. Fighting to care. Fighting with myself to hide every part of me you couldn’t understand. Lowering my volume. Laughing louder. Engaging more. Decreasing my distance. I am tired of fighting for what is supposed to be easy. I am tired of ripping myself open and giving pieces of my heart and soul to you when I need to be selfish. I need myself more than you need me, and my love for myself must come first. You never understood. When I said I loved you, I meant it. But to you, love is a series of battles that could be won and lost, but I am so much more than the spoils of war. You cannot fight for me because I was never meant to be kept, possessed, controlled, obsessed over. I am not your trophy, I am not a signal that you won the war, I am not a princess and I am not the woman you want me to be. I am the ocean that flows constantly within its own veins, I am the land that dies to give birth to itself, I am the snake that devours its tail, I am the air that enters the lungs of everyone it meets. You could never keep me to yourself because I exist everywhere, I fall in love with the world and you only wanted me to fall in love with you. Baby, my eyes are too big to see only you. My heart is too full to love only you. My arms are too wide to hold only you. While I am loyal, I belong to everything that has ever existed, I am a daughter of the universe and the bride to the very earth I walk on. A part of me wants to tell you that loving someone doesn’t mean possessing them. It means laying your weapons down and learning that affection is so much more magnificent than a battlefield.

— AP love shouldnt feel like fighting (11.11.18)