You thought
you were opening yourself up to love
by breaking your own back.

You thought
by drowning yourself in apologies
that it would make you more desirable.

You were actually attending your own burial.
Now you are living six feet under and they are walking all over you.

Stop. Go back to living in the sun.
Let a true lover celebrate you with full force.
Accept the love, the trust, the commitment.
Never stay lingering around an individual
that is not grateful for your presence.
Let a true lover celebrate you.
Let a true lover come to you with commitment.
With intention. With action.
Your Mama did not risk her body and soul
for you to accept the bare minimum.
You are meant for thick love.
Let thick love in.

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