How have you beanie today?~

he wanted to taste me, all the intimate, soft parts of me. he wanted to taste me,  before truly knowing me. so i wrote this to tell him that,  i taste like lemons, like growth, like a crystal clear spring. i taste like cranberries, like fire, like a warm summers kiss. i taste like pears, like determination, like a walking disaster put back together. i taste like me, like myself, like my own. for right now, i am not his to taste. for right now, i am not his.

romanticize self-love. romanticize your fingers on your cheeks, massaging the day away. romanticize your body splayed out in bed sunday afternoons, soaking up the sun, glistening like warm honey. romanticize your hands draped out car windows, tickled by the gentle wind. romanticize curtains flung open, you blasting every song that ever made you feel better, giving the neighbors a show they’ll never forget. romanticize cutting things, people and experiences out of your life that make you feel less than complete. romanticize feeling beautiful, affirming your beauty and admiring yourself in nearby mirrors. romanticize the way you speak, with prose draped around your neck and kindness dancing circles in your belly. romanticize your talents, your identity and the things you could never live without. say that you are proud, say that you are grateful and say that you are inspiring. romanticize you.