May no man,
who has ever as much as brushed
the surface of my soul,
ever dare to return,
without having grown enough
internally
to look me straight in the eyes.

May no man
ever return,
without knowing as clear as day
how he wants to hold me dear,
cherish me,
acknowledge me
wholeheartedly,
as I did with all the broken parts
of him.

May no man
ever step to my side,
without an unwavering will
to stay
and love me tenderly
forever.

xxj
[without exceptions.]




[once again forced
to break my own heart

out of self respect
out of refusal to feed people,
who blindly orbit around their own heads

once again arrived
to only find out that there is no home to be shared

babe. no.
your heart was shaken
long before you gently took it back
to take care of it

you are continuously forced to keep wandering,
keep watching out,
keep wondering

at least another thing will never change:
you are your home.

and it’s fucking welcoming there]