Delicate little balancing act - the facets of myself I adore so much against the expectations of a love. I can admit like any woman, having loved foolishly, that the former was sacrificed for the presence of the latter. it’s a reality, disjointed. And the tipping of the scales has come within the past few days - there has been the beloved shift. one I’ve known awaited me, but never had the brevity to summon forth. Choosy lover vibes like a mother fucker - here’s the thing … I just find myself navigating my own identity, creeping on 25 (whatever that means, cuz real niggas age backwards or whatever #foreveryoung) but it’s a calling I keep coming to I finally feel sound enough to declare it for myself. I want to unlock my own mind to the possibilities of what really is meant for my heart. I feel as though I have experienced relations on a level that I recognize was influenced by my own flux. And that’s something I relinquish with this decisiveness. I get it now and I really find this space to recognize this so beautiful. The ability to seek through myself and the love surrounding me that I really deserve so much better that I’ve been given. So I’ma be it, and accept nothing less. :)