You point out the curve of your stomach
and the ripple of your thighs, as if
these are flaws you need to hide,
when you look in the mirror
and see not good enough, please
remember that I see strong
hands, stronger willpower,
resilient heart, easy laughter,
kind eyes, fast wit. You are
delicate and wild, insane and
unpredictable. Accept your
complexity and depth and don’t
apologize for it. You are every
inch of the reason I count myself
so damn lucky to be a woman.
The first time I stood before
him bare and naked, I was soft
gooseflesh and self-conscious,
yet overridden with desire. As
if I was just a girl, learning
how to be a woman.
Continue reading “Bare”
You’ll need more than a
heart and a roadmap
to explore a woman.
Continue reading “A Woman”
There are days when I feel like I am a filler for everything,
I am just a way to pass time. I know this because when we talk,
we don’t ponder on the meaning of life, you don’t ask about
what makes me happy, or what makes me sad,
you don’t even know how I feel at this very moment.
My feelings are insignificant coz they don’t impact you.
We live in a world where being alone is a terrifying concept.
I don’t blame you if you hold on to anyone who’s willing to
stay beside you and listen to you. Even as you read this,
my words are filling your time. But when this poem is done,
I will leave, and you will need someone new to
occupy the empty spaces inside and beside you.
There is nothing wrong with wanting to be
loved in a way you feel you deserve.
You are not being selfish, inconsiderate or self-centered.
It is a beautiful sign of your self-worth.
I didn’t expect that I was gonna fall for you,
but it was 4am and we were laughing too hard..
I didn’t expect that I was gonna hang on to your every word,
as if your voice was dry land & I was drowning in the way you spoke.
I didn’t expect that I was gonna become a slave to your laugh,
the way your radiant smile can show your humbling modesty
and mischievous curiosity. No, I didn’t expect this at all.
You are the faint apparition of dreams I bartered over sleep,
always insufficient. You leave so often, elusive from my grasp,
the way someone broke you, and my love can never quite keep you together.
Your touch has left words on my skin
that now stain my mind blue
the marks remain cauterized symbols
you’ve branded my soul through.
Forgiveness is the art of sewing up your heart and pretending the scars aren’t there.
There’s no point in looking outside for things you should have inside. It will only bring you harm. Don’t put your happiness in a stranger’s hand. No matter how long you’ve been with someone, unless you’re both open to it, you never really know them. And even when they are, you still don’t. So how can you let them guide you and follow blindly? Communication is key. Respect is foundation. Commitment is basic. Love? Love is like the cherry on the top. Or you really thought all of the couples you know that have been together for so long were so because of “love”? No, my dear. They’re together because they want to, because there’s those three things and a thousand more reasons to stay. Nowadays it’s harder and harder to find people willing to stay. So when you do, when you finally feel good with yourself and find that one person that stays throughout all seasons, you stay. It’s probably new to you and everything inside you tells you to leave, but don’t run away. Stay true to yourself, open and honest. Talk to them and listen. Respect them and commit. And when asked, tell people you’ve found love because, in the end, isn’t that what love is?
© Máh Lima