I hope i never make a home out of something that makes me weak

I remember the best point in my life was early last year. no drama that I couldn’t suppress, no boy drama, no friend drama. it was wonderful. I was so sure of myself and who i was and i wish I could go back. it was a time when I was known for independence, a hurricane. I want to go back. I want to be seen as a hurricane . I don’t want to belong to anybody or anywhere except myself and i want to be content with that. yeah, love sounds wonderful too but so far none have wanted me to belong to myself first.

or maybe I just have high standards.

whatever.

I don’t want to settle for a boy who pulls up my shirts or who hates it when I hug my guy friends. I’m sick of it. it made me feel weak and it made me feel small.

I just want someone who understands but no one understands better than i do and i think that’s beautiful.

because being with myself makes me calm, and sure.

I’ll wait for someone to match that.

poem/title by morgan martinez

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