Milk and Honey

i know the small talk is the only way you know how to tell me you love me. cause it is the only way i know how to tell you.

you tell me to quiet down cause my opinions make me less beautiful but i was not made with a fire in my belly so i could be put out i was not made with a lightness on my tongue so i could be easy to swallow i was made heavy half blade and half silk difficult to forget and not easy for the mind to follow

accept yourself as you were designed

i am learning how to love him by loving myself

he placed his hands on my mind before reaching for my waist my hips or my lips he didn’t call me beautiful first he called me exquisite

neither of us is happy but neither of us wants to leave so we keep breaking one another and calling it love

life is moving the healthiest thing for your heart is to move with it

father. you always call to say nothing in particular. you ask what i’m doing or where i am and when the silence stretches like a lifetime between us i scramble to find questions to keep the conversation going. what i long to say most is. i understand this world broke you. it has been so hard on your feet. i don’t blame you for not knowing how to re

how is it so easy for you to be kind to people he asked milk and honey dripped from my lips as i answered cause people have not been kind to me