intimacy is just two wounded people trying not to weaponize their history while asking each other “can you stay with me when i’m not easy to love?” you can win the argument and lose the connection, or lose your pride
and discover the person
suffocating beneath
your projections.
you’ll trigger me.
i’ll trigger you.
question is:
when we explode
do we reach for each other
or the exit?
yes,
your wound is real
but so is your addiction
to making someone else the monster
so you don’t have to meet your own shadows.
listen babe, you can be hurt
without turning them into the villain.
but that requires a kind of heart
blame simply can’t afford.
you call it “speaking your truth”
but it sounds like unprocessed thunder
breaking everything
just to feel heard.
language is a hallway of doors.
every sentence you open
leads somewhere.
so tell me:
are you inviting them closer
or pushing them out of the house
you swear you’re trying to build?
maybe you need to shake it out
before you speak it out.
maybe you need to write it down
before you rewrite the relationship.
maybe you need to read it
like it’s being said to you.
still feel like love?
or a loaded gun?
your truth deserves poetry,
but you keep spitting out bullets.
no wonder no one feels safe enough
to stay naked.
you can be shattered
and still refuse
to sharpen your tongue
into a sword
that forgot
it once belonged
to a mouth made for kissing.
this is your invitation: june fifth.
come learn how to say what you mean
without making others bleed.
five weeks of deep dives
into the underworld
of your subconscious:
psyche-maps, parts-work,
tarot-cards-as-mirrors,
shadow-play,
and somatic storytelling.
week one is reclaiming the lover
you keep outsourcing.
week two is learning
the difference between
a person and a pattern
so you stop dating déjà vu.
week three is the alchemy
of unarmoring your emotional body.
week four is the erotic arts
of emotional regulation.
yes, regulation can be erotic.
week five is rewriting your love language
from the inside out so you stop
borrowing one that never fit.
$111 to slip in.
cheap
compared to the price
of never being fully seen.
this is the last circle i'm opening,
so if your soul shivered reading this,
let it lead.
comment "love language" below
& i’ll send the doorway before it closes.
suffocating beneath
your projections.
you’ll trigger me.
i’ll trigger you.
question is:
when we explode
do we reach for each other
or the exit?
yes,
your wound is real
but so is your addiction
to making someone else the monster
so you don’t have to meet your own shadows.
listen babe, you can be hurt
without turning them into the villain.
but that requires a kind of heart
blame simply can’t afford.
you call it “speaking your truth”
but it sounds like unprocessed thunder
breaking everything
just to feel heard.
language is a hallway of doors.
every sentence you open
leads somewhere.
so tell me:
are you inviting them closer
or pushing them out of the house
you swear you’re trying to build?
maybe you need to shake it out
before you speak it out.
maybe you need to write it down
before you rewrite the relationship.
maybe you need to read it
like it’s being said to you.
still feel like love?
or a loaded gun?
your truth deserves poetry,
but you keep spitting out bullets.
no wonder no one feels safe enough
to stay naked.
you can be shattered
and still refuse
to sharpen your tongue
into a sword
that forgot
it once belonged
to a mouth made for kissing.
this is your invitation: june fifth.
come learn how to say what you mean
without making others bleed.
five weeks of deep dives
into the underworld
of your subconscious:
psyche-maps, parts-work,
tarot-cards-as-mirrors,
shadow-play,
and somatic storytelling.
week one is reclaiming the lover
you keep outsourcing.
week two is learning
the difference between
a person and a pattern
so you stop dating déjà vu.
week three is the alchemy
of unarmoring your emotional body.
week four is the erotic arts
of emotional regulation.
yes, regulation can be erotic.
week five is rewriting your love language
from the inside out so you stop
borrowing one that never fit.
$111 to slip in.
cheap
compared to the price
of never being fully seen.
this is the last circle i'm opening,
so if your soul shivered reading this,
let it lead.
comment "love language" below
& i’ll send the doorway before it closes.
