I am ready to allow myself to be loved unconditionally.
I deserve the love I seek. There are no expectations to receive this type of love from anyone but myself.
Not to be misunderstood, I have given myself love and affection. But I have not given myself the love I DESERVE. I deserve to smile 24/7 until my cheeks cramp up. Laugh until I am gasping for air with tears rolling down my face and people think I need medical help. Dance until my legs are numb. Sing loves songs to myself, allowing myself to believe I have the voice of H.E.R. Allow my heart to melt within itself when I think of me.
A love like this does exist and I will hand it over to myself, wrapped neatly with sunflower bows on top.
I am allowing myself to love my awkwardness. The fact that I talk too much and don’t all at once. Love that I am a afrofuturist that loves to wear sweats everyday, listen to trap music while meditating and doing yoga, laugh at myself when I am alone, give my all in everything that I do, demand respect from anyone that enters my circle of life, talk to myself, have goals higher than one could ever think of, think too deeply into everything, learning how to handle my emotions, and that my flaws are my best qualities because they’re not truly flaws at all.
The world doesn’t revolve around me but my world does.
This is not to disregard the existence of others or to give all my love to myself only.
“They say true love’s the greatest weapon”
No one can ever love me the way I do. For they don’t understand me like I do.
And that, I am okay with.
I am ready for love.
Queen on Queens; Queen on!
◊ Queen Bri ◊