soulless love
the other end of my notepad.
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months of solitude and rediscovery
honing in on what matters most to
the woman in the mirror, so eager to refine love
and anticipatory to share it with someone
spontaneity led me here
drunken nights, falling in love in clubs
but serendipity led us here
and the unconventionality wouldn't leave me afraid
*
loving on you felt like
power vinyasa at 7am,
the scent of penetrated soil,
soothing vocals as I play in the shower,
saltwater and sun rays kissing the skin,
fruit-infused spring water,
a small dog walking fast,
a new leaf forming on the inching plant
*
loving on you felt
audacious and foolish,
tenacious and loud,
proud and bold,
persistent, revolutionary
raw and exposed
*
but loving on you
made me realize
the other end was soulless,
unrequited and scared
leaving me grooving to the beat of fulfillment
in the midst of autonomy
*
and as i write on the other end of my notepad
exhaling from the soulless love we shared
I find gratitude
in knowing that loving on you
made me feel hopeful and accepting
of myself
of the purity of my big heart
of loving on purpose
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Amanda Moore-Karim
My name is Amanda Moore-Karim, an interdisciplinary artist specializing in wardrobe styling and creative writing devoting my work to Black feminist discourse.
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