We all levitate towards love.
That pull in our hearts, that longing, that yearning, that is gravity pulling us home.
We have to take our ideas and dreams where we can find support for them. All the plants and trees turn to the sun for nourishment, without it they can not grow. Your dreams and ideas need proper nourishment to blossom. So make sure to surround yourself with people who believe in you and your dreams.
Sending you love and light.
She gets all the love
that you should have had
She gets all the adoration
that you never got
She gets all the support
that you needed
She gets all the presence
that you longed for
She gets everything
you worked so hard for
Not because she deserves it
more than you dear
Her heart simply wouldn’t settle for less.
Writing from a feminine perspective. This poem is for all the people that feel hurt, bitter, even devastated that their ex has improved for someone else, and is now the perfect man he never was with you. I feel you. I have been on both sides of this rope, and I learned a valuable lesson. My partner will treat me the way I let him.
So don’t hate on the new woman, and don’t be mad at him either. Simply let that shit go. Be happy that she didn’t settle, be happy that he evolved and is now a more loving man. Be happy because the world needs more women that know the goodness of their heart, and wont settle for a man who doesn’t honor them. The world needs more men that start showing up and being the loving and caring beings that they are. The world needs more love period.
I know it might feel hard to let go dear, but you deserve to be seen. You deserve to be heard. You deserve to be held, and you deserve to be cherished. If your heart is longing and if your partner doesn’t try to meet your needs. Don’t settle. Hold your beautiful heart and promise it that you will give it the love that it deserves. Promise it that you will only invite people into your life that can love you as deeply as you love yourself. Your relationship with you will reflect in all the relationships you have. So chose a loving reflection.
My cells silently whisper ancient spells in a language long forgotten.
My blood sings me lullabies at nights about the bravery and power of the Goddesses.
My heart beats to the rhythms of their sacred rituals and magical dances.
They are chanting to me, remember sister, remember that you are love.