𝑎𝑠ℎ𝑒𝑠 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟.

Whatever you do, don’t tell her to feel less than you do. If it makes you uncomfortable, leave.  If her tears make you feel like you’re drowning, take shelter in shallower waters.  She is not afraid of who she is, and the paths she must take to be authentic. You don’t need to come with her. And, please don’t save her.  Stop trying to take her pain. It’s where she is reborn.  No, she does not seek it.  It is not self-inflicted. It’s simply due to the fact that she’s driven by the type of fuel that will never run out, her dreams.  And a mind like hers is a force that can’t be stopped, not when she is determined to see her dreams come true.  And following her dreams is what fed her mind but it often led to internal conflict that manifested; her mind at war with her heart.  It hurts, chasing dreams against the riptide.  But for her, there is no other way to live.  And she deserves someone who knows this,  No, not because he listened to the words she said...she would never say this, not with her words at least,  But because he listened to the words she didn’t say, he heard her when she wasn’t speaking,  She deserves someone who is fluent in her; Her mind, her body, her passion, her soul, her. She deserves someone who will notice her when she’s not being herself. She deserves someone who thinks she’s too important to lose. She deserves someone who craves her body, soul, and heart in the most sincere and innocent yet passionate and intimate ways. She pretends she’s less than to protect your ego, she pretends she’s less than to protect everyone's ego, But in doing so, she doesn’t realize what she’s doing to her own ego, Or, maybe she does, it doesn’t matter nonetheless because even if she was fully aware that by protecting your ego she was setting flames to hers, she’d continue to do so, over and over again paying no mind to the ashes within She wants to belong to you the same way your heart belongs to you, she wants to keep you alive. She needs to be prioritized above all else, She’ll claim she doesn't & pretend she doesn’t but she does and she can’t help it, It’s not her fault that she’s too full of love to be half loved, But it’s true and until she lives that truth, it will eat her a l i v e. She needs you to act with intention and love with purpose She needs not to be tasted but devoured, She needs you to look at her in such a way that screams I see you, I hear you; I’m listening She needs you to hold her in such a way that whispers; I have you and I’ll never let you go She needs you to touch her in a way that gets her mind tipsy and intoxicates her soul She needs you to protect her heart, satisfy her soul, and nourish her mind She is dressed in love from skin to bone And loves in such a way that it haunts the hate in others Her soul sings with the light and dances with the dark, She is all soul, no filter She wants her own life to become her favorite song, And she never wants to get tired of it. She doesn’t just want to live, she wants to be alive She yearns for a life full of love and a love full of life She has such a big heart, but it’s the little things in life that it beats for She craves intimacy in its rawest form;  She needs you to touch her without using your hands She wants to know what drives you wild & what keeps you up at night, She wants to be acquainted with your deepest fears and your darkest demons, She used to be able to shrink herself for the comfort of others, She used to refrain from taking up space and never gave herself permission to bloom wildly without regret. She’s wasted so much time trying to be what others expected her to be. She’s sacrificed her happiness time and time again to make everybody around her happy. She let small minds convince her that her dreams were too big She has lived her life sacrificing who she is and who she aspires to be because others have had a problem with it. She’s made herself smaller out of fear of how others might perceive her.   She always wanted to be exactly what everyone else wanted her to be, what they needed her to be.  She never wanted the glass to tip over. She never wanted to be too much of anything for anyone, ever. And then one day,  e v e r y t h i n g  changed.  Her passion to be loud about the things that are important to her and and to stand up for what she believed in could no longer be contained, it could no longer be caged in, It gnawed at her insides like a beast ready to be unleashed and run rampant,  it demanded to be set free And, she no longer had the strength to keep it contained, It had grown too big, too strong, and too fierce,  that it bursted out of her, exploding out of her chest,  And it was at that moment that she knew that she would never be able to cage her passion again. Not for herself, not for anyone.  The weight of containing something as strong as her passion had been lifted, and for the first time in her life; she was free. She felt light yet alive, intoxicated yet stone cold sober.  Her passion was alive. And powerful beyond measure. It could make waves, move mountains, and set flames so intense that they could make ashes out of anything…. At times it’s lethality even astonishes her, but She should’ve known it was going to be omnipotent once unleashed,  she’s been nurturing it; empowering it and strengthening it for as long as she can remember; feeding it every single time she bit her tongue, played small, or downplayed her dreams. Long gone are her days of being a glass that won’t spill, she can no-longer help it; she is overflowing  with love and light and passion and fear and hope and strength and courage and drive and ambition and pride and knowledge and a yearning to be fulfilled. She burns bright & is loud about the things that are important to her And she cannot and will not dull her light or lower her voice for anyone's comfort, not even her own, How she responds to the world has become involuntary, her passion is too strong to be tamed, if triggered it responds on instinct and no one or nothing is able to stop it in its tracks.. She cannot make waves & move mountains by remaining small  She will not squeeze herself back into a cup because she’s too messy for some.  she will not shallow her intellectualism just to make people who can’t swim in her mind more comfortable.  Her waves of energy may be too intense for some, or too confusing for others, but her waves are not meant for everyone to float in, So yes, she used to look nice all the time Now, she looks like art, and art isn’t always supposed to look nice; It’s supposed to make you feel something  And that is her specialty…..she will make you feel things so intense that even the english language will fall short of birthing a word able to coin the level of intensity that you feel. -Yours Trulee <3