Ugly Love

I call it ugly love.

Not because you are ugly people!

But you have passed the honeymoon stage,

the rehearsed questions and answers. 

it's all pajamas,

watch a game

snuggle while it rains kind of love.

Where we can argue about politics,

kiss and playfully make up-

where we can fall asleep on each other

drool left on your shirt.

It's pure, authentic and you aren't being anything but natural,

and I think that's when you get to be exposed, open -

it's embracing our natural state,

beginning the journey to find out.

Beauty in Solitary

People tell me there is beauty in being alone.

There is nothing romantic about laying on your bathroom floor screaming out for a name who no longer acknowledges your existence.

There is nothing pretty about the tears you wipe from your eyes as you pray for a way out of your mind,

Nothing satisfying about feeling like the world is on your shoulders and no one is there to help you breathe.

inhale

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exhale

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inhale.

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And then the realization struck,

Fall in love with healing yourself!

The Me

“Today I asked my body what she needed, which is a big deal

Considering my journey of not really asking of its zeal.

I thought she might need more water

Or protein

Or greens

Or yoga

Or supplements.

But as I stood in the shower

Reflecting on her stretch marks,

Her roundness where I would like flatness,

Her softness where I would like firmness,

All those conditioned wishes

That form a bundle of Never-Quite-Right-ness

She whispered very gently:

Could you just love me as is?”