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She is yours to keep,

  but not yours to own.

  Yours to lead,

  but not yours to lord over.

  If we become like those

  who failed to love us how

  we were meant to be loved,

  and treat others the same way

  they treated us,

  we’ve become enemies of love

  and allies with misery.

  Your body must be home to you.

  You must find comfort in it.

  If you must know, that welcoming smile

  is the doorway to the beautiful sky.

  That soft voice is honey to the ears of birds.

  That heart is oxygen to this earth.

  You must risk your heart

  to catch love.

  This world is all

  give and take.

  The joy of takers

  do not last long.

  They tend to

  always run out of

  things to give

  before the givers.

  Your curves lead to the ocean,

  only those with good driving skills

  can handle them.

  To many, it won't be the safest route,

  they'll miss the turns,

  they'll be afraid of being mocked,

  they won't be comfortable during the ride.

  But love, that's their problem.

  Your curves are beautiful.

  If they can’t love you,

  losing more of you shouldn’t be the solution.

  You are not a fool

  for being fooled

  by a fool.

  Being thick skinned

  will do you more good

  than being thick.

  Out of the men you attract,

  some will try to handle you,

  but there’ll be one who will

  help you handle life.

  The kind of thickness

  you’re serving often

  determines

  who dines at your table.

  Get thick sweetheart,

  but get that skin thicker

  and that heart purer.

  They'll walk you further

  in this life

  than thick thighs ever will.

  How can you blame her for choosing herself first

  when choosing yourself is your favorite sport?

  Women like her have been victims to enough players, and lost in far too many games.

  How can her playing it safe and

  being her own MVP be an issue?

  The motto that stood as a tagline to your ego

  used to be, “Don’t hate the player, hate the game,”

  but now you complain, mouthing off about the game

  being unfair and her playing too much.

  You can’t win them all.

  Falling for bad promises is easy.

  Our cravings for truthful actions

  from someone we love will oftentimes

  convince us to see things as they are not.

  We become blind and deaf to the truth,

  while playing guessing games with the lies,

  trying to find which one they'll ever fulfill.

  Therefore, forgive yourself.

  More than enough of us have been there.

  If his actions don’t speak

  any love languages,

  his voice must become

  a foreign noise to you.

  Reassurance,

  quality time,

  affection,

  and serving you ought to be found

  in what he does

  more than what he speaks.

  The eyes may lie on some occasions,

  but not as often as the ears

  do to the heart.

  Drugs are liars

  who claim they can give

  better realities than the current one.

  Stupid liars.

  They will only silence the hurt

  while they feed the pain.

  They will promise you freedom

  as long you are a slave to them.

  Them not having an appetite for you

  does not make you less desirable.

  I asked the sky,

  “Of all the creations you look down upon,

  which would you say is the most beautiful?”

  He said, “Her.”

  I smiled knowing that he is as observant as I am.

  Simple reminder IV

  It is better

  to be soul food

  than to be an

  eye candy,

  sweetheart.

  You may pique her interest,

  but you must keep her attention.

  You may be granted a date,

  but you must court her beyond the courtsides.

  You may gain exclusivity,

  but you must contribute to her

  or gift her presence with your absence.

  Have your own,

  but do not let it own you.

  Be strong, but realize that

  loving a man

  who is in love with you

  does not spell weakness.

  Be independent,

  but never let yourself

  become a man-hater.

  Do not give resentment that type of power.

  It is not “men”

  who are your enemy,

  but

  liars,

  manipulators,

  and cheaters.

  Those exist both

  in men and women.

  They can’t break you.

  They don’t have the power

  to break fighters.

  You can only scar warriors;

  conquerors are meant to overcome.

  You must find the freedom to freely admit

  that his touches are still uncomfortable to you

  because you’ve had people who look like him

  touch you the same places.

  Although without a shadow of a doubt,

  you know he is not the same,

  he awakes a similar feeling.

  Old memories are dug up,

  giving breath to skeletons

  you hid far beyond your closet.

  Listen,

  many of us who have seen darkness

  don’t know how to accept love,

  even when our lover accepts our past.

  Be honest with him,

  tell him you don’t know how to love yet,

  even when it’s everything you want.

  Protect your heart,

  but don’t protect your ego in the process.

  It’ll cage your heart,

  instead of building boundaries around it.

  You only kill you

  when you live for them.

  You kill your dreams,

  when you try to convince

  your eyes to be one with their vision.

  Falling in love

  is like going sky diving.

  It is exciting,

  scary,

  and fulfilling.

  There will be days

  you hit the ground with love,

  but you have to get up

  to fall further in.

  You must be patient

  or you’ll never be introduced to

  the beautiful soul

  that is under her mountain

  of bad experiences.

  Gold isn’t found easily.

  If love isn’t what

  you are trying to harvest,

  do her a favor and let her know,

  so she can make sure

  she does not find ground in you

  to plan her seed of love.

  Recipe for his growth

  I am convinced that a man

  cannot be a man

  to a woman, until

  he understands

  that she is not made

  only to feed the appetite

  of his lust,

  but to nour
ish his core’s

  hunger for love.

  Gamble with love,

  but do not gamble

  your heart away to jokers.

  Simple reminder V

  Give yourself more credit.

  Being so stubborn to failure

  and so attached to perseverance

  is more admirable than

  you’ve led yourself to believe.

  You’re winning,

  even when there aren’t enough

  people cheering.

  You cannot love a woman like that

  with just words and basic actions.

  Do the unusual things that prove

  that you're crazy for her.

  I cannot tell you what those things

  ought to be, but I can tell you that

  going to the extreme for real love

  doesn’t crown you a fool,

  but a romantic.

  Her skin is honey

  Her heart is gold

  Her speech is harmonious

  Her love is heavenly

  She's been a student of pain,

  been in the class of drama,

  and circumstances have

  yelled at her most of her life.

  She wants peace now,

  she doesn’t want to cradle her problems

  in her mind before she sleeps.

  She wants to hear less of the world

  and do more in her world.

  She wants to silence her mind

  and listen to God.

  If you do not come to contribute to that,

  you’re a disturbance not a lover.

  Your body isn’t a hotel room

  for men to spend the night

  and check out before the sun stands

  over the earth.

  It was created to be a home

  for planting love

  and growing a family.

  I am a man,

  I cannot tell you

  what burden she carries,

  but I can tell that they are too

  heavy for one person to carry.

  Nights like this,

  she thinks of herself,

  what she loves,

  what she missed while missing you.

  She thinks about what you both were

  and could’ve been.

  Then she dreams about what she is going to be.

  You are no longer her happiness,

  she is what now makes her smile.

  Whether you play your hand right or not,

  a king will find his way to you.

  As long as you hand God your cards to deal.

  Love’s influence

  Her love is powerful.

  I am saying this as a man

  who has abandoned

  many versions of myself

  to be better for women like her.

  Love is meant to continually blossom.

  If it withers overtime,

  It is because the soil was not right

  Maybe the heart wasn’t ready enough,

  Or you two were wrong for one another.

  I’d bet on the latter.

  You not recognizing that you’re precious

  and that every inch of you

  is beautiful,

  is your blindness.

  Them not recognizing

  your worth

  and cherishing you,

  is their blindness.

  The blind cannot lead the blind.

  They only find better routes

  to mislead each other.

  To one man you are not enough;

  yet, to another you’re more than enough.

  If that tells you anything sweetheart,

  it’s that your worth shouldn’t be found in

  or determined by a man.

  Study her silence,

  search her mind

  when she is saying nothing.

  Her scars should tell you that

  she is very capable of healing

  and there's a survivor beyond that smile.

  You also have to understand that

  anyone who has been cut before

  is a little afraid of knives,

  and every survivor lives with precaution.

  Therefore,

  she will have fears when it comes to love

  and she will be hesitant when it comes to trusting.

  Befriend patience.

  Simple reminder VI

  You’re a great catch

  that has fallen

  into the wrong arms.

  If we love with restrictions

  and tie it to conditions,

  we do not give love room to be love.

  When we let true love end,

  we experience death.

  When we let unpromising love die,

  we only begin to live.

  Food for thought

  You don’t need to

  sleep with her to know that

  she is the woman of your dreams.

  What you have to realize

  is that she remembers when it ended,

  it ended long before she left.

  She held on until her hand grew numb,

  until she grew too weak to hold on any longer.

  She had to convince herself far too many times

  to fight for practically nothing.

  The memories of how it started

  still have a special place in her mind,

  but you must know this:

  Her leaving took wrestling against

  every part of herself.

  Her leaving you is an act of love,

  realizing that she has to love herself more

  than she cares for you.

  Rake your hands through her hair,

  Whisper beautiful words in her ears,

  Cup your hands around her beautiful face,

  Admire her breath-taking beauty,

  Kiss her lips as if they’re both

  a forbidden fruit

  and the sweetest peach you ever tasted.

  Hang on to every word that finds its way

  out of her mouth.

  Let them make a home to your ears,

  help them find a space to reside in your memory.

  She has had enough with men who heard her,

  but did not listen,

  nor gave her existence the attention it deserved.

  She is a keeper,

  as long as you act like you need her

  and treat her like you want to keep her.

  Her beauty is timeless.

  It is one of those things

  that time only betters.

  Her skin may inherit wrinkles,

  but she will have only left behind

  undesirable parts of her by then,

  parts of her she needed to outgrow.

  Her beauty is timeless,

  Perhaps not to the naked eye,

  but to those who can see the soul

  and listen to the heart.

  She only blooms to different stages of beauty.

  We risk too much

  for the wrong people

  and too little

  for the right ones.

  It’s not lost love that we mourn,

  but memories.

  Love cannot be mourned

  as long as both lovers are breathing.

  It’s the time lost,

  the de-attachment,

  the moments engraved in the mind,

  the death of the feeling that once lived

  when things had begun.

  As you wait for that moment

  when you grow tired enough to walk away,

  your legs are also growing tired,

  your knees are growing weak in a way they

  shouldn’t.

  Eventually, you won’t have enough strength to

  walk away as fast as you were supposed to.

  Discern

  Loyalty is an activist

  who fights to
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  earn your lover’s trust,

  and the freedom for their heart

  to become yours.

  However,

  it can also be a dictator

  your partner uses to keep

  your heart imprisoned.

  She doesn't want a man

  who can fall in love with her,

  there's not a doubt that she is lovable.

  She needed a man

  who would be in love with her,

  that has been a challenge

  many men she has met have faced.

  I stared at her

  not to search deeper

  for flaws,

  but because I am amazed by her.

  Never in a million years

  did I think

  love would be wearing

  such a gorgeous flesh.

  Simple reminder VII

  He can't love you

  if he has never

  seen love

  in the mirror.

  The beauty of surviving and learning

  Her lips are made to be kissed by someone

  who doesn’t condemn the bittersweet flavor