A prayer for your love…

“i pray you attract lovers romantic and platonic that never aim to manipulate or harm you, that never embarrass you, make you question your sanity, or abandon you when you need someone to hold your hand.”

I wish for you to attract the lovers you want and need in your life.

I hope for you to find people who revel in who you are and inspire you with who they are.

I want love for you, a love that encompasses every one of your flaws.

I pray for you to have the validation you deserve—you ARE just right.

I wish amazing kink and sex and physical gratification and touch as you desire upon you.

I desire for you to have support and caring, and sometimes—sometimes—tough love to help you overcome and grow.

I imagine for friends for you who tell you amazing things about yourself, enough to make you believe them.

I wish for you to find all of these people—these lovers, these friends, these passing strangers in your life, and mostly…

I wish for all of them to also be you.

Not sure where this came from, except from the heart today.

I wish all of this for all of you.

Peace

I paid attention when I didn’t get the invite.
I paid attention when I didn’t get a thank you.
I paid attention when I didn’t get the apology.
I paid attention when a room would go silent when I entered.
I paid attention when folks believed lies about me and never asked me.
I paid attention when they didn’t show up for me.
I paid attention when my important life events didn’t even get a congratulatory phone call or text.
I paid attention to the disrespect and yes I took it personally.

So now I rarely leave my bubble, my space, and I choose my peace every time. I raised the bar for who has the pleasure to be around MY SPIRIT. Because I have a good one.

Done fighting spirits that were created to take me off course…
Peace is expensive, but it’s worth it.

To those in my bubble, thank you to each and every one of you for creating a WONDERFUL WORLD.

🖤🙌🏻🖤

Epitaph by Merrit Malloy

When I die

Give what’s left of me away

To children

And old men that wait to die.

And if you need to cry,

Cry for your brother

Walking the street beside you.

And when you need me,

Put your arms

Around anyone

And give them

What you need to give to me.

I want to leave you something,

Something better

Than words

Or sounds.

Look for me

In the people I’ve known

Or loved,

And if you cannot give me away,

At least let me live on in your eyes

And not your mind.

You can love me most

By letting

Hands touch hands,

By letting bodies touch bodies,

And by letting go

Of children

That need to be free.

Love doesn’t die,

People do.

So, when all that’s left of me

Is love,

Give me away.