I want a love that wakes up every morning and feels lucky to have me. I want a love without hesitation, without doubt. A love that can say, âyes, yes I am in love with youâ without having to stutter at the question. I want a love that keeps me safe, but that at the same time pulls me towards the things that I am too scared to do alone. I want a love that holds my hand, that says âI am here, I am hereâ. A love that never lets me forget it. I want a love that never makes me feel alone, a love that understands, or at the least, tries to. I want a love that never curses me out in the middle of the street, a love that never frightens me. A love that uses their voice kindly, a love that understands my body still remembers what it is like to be dragged out into the mud of everything unholy. I want a love that knows I will always carry that trauma with me, a love that never asks me to âjust get over itâ. I want a love that understands not all the poems will be about them, a love that understands that there was something before this, before him, and it wasnât always kind. wasnât always a good place to be, wasnât where my heart was safe. A love that understands I must tell these stories, a love that understands my survival depends on this. I want a love that always calls me back. A love that moves its own feet towards apologies whenever and wherever they are needed. I want a love that takes my hands and says, thank you. A love that appreciates me. A love that knows that although I am a woman drowned in sorrow and grief, I am still here, and I am still trying. I want a love that is my personal hype man, a man that doesnât just tell me I am beautiful, but makes me feel it. A love that says, â you are kindâ, âyou are smartâ, âyou are capable of anythingâ. I want a love that stands up first in a crowd full of people for me, even if they must stand alone. I want a love that isnât afraid of what the rest of the world thinks, because they know that love is better without boundaries. A love that knows that love is better when you stop caring about what other people think of it. A love that doesnât look for other peopleâs approval to love me. I want a love that never makes me feel unworthy. I want a love brave enough to stay, a love that wants to stay, a love that says, âthings arenât always easy, but this is where my heart is, this is where I want to beâ.
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