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Seven weeks

I felt so proud of myself as I stood my ground and said the words out loud. 

If only you knew my heart was beating in my throat. 

If only I knew, I would immediately doubt my decision. Back and forth, back and forth, the thoughts are running a weird race in my mind. They try to penetrate my heart, but little do they know that I have mastered building instant walls. Protect when disappointment attacks.  

I heard your voice tremble at the other end of the phone when you gave it your best shot to change my mind. But what you didn’t hear was my heart shattering when I read your “please don’t be mad at me” line 3 hours earlier. It’s bizarre how everything can change so fast. 

How in just seven short weeks, you made me go from enjoying my careless freedom to sharing my most vulnerable thoughts with you first.

How in just seven short weeks, you went from being a notification on my phone to the person all my friends were rooting for. 

How in just seven short weeks we fucked it all up.

Break-up etiquette

After a break up who gets custody of the inside jokes, the going-to-bed routines and the Netflix account? Who’s going to say first: “This couple we loved hanging out with are now my friends, not yours”? How do you decide when to leave the family chat? Should you even? You loved those silly videos and memes in that group so much. Why should you rob yourself of that moving forward? But deep inside you know already: that group chat will remain silent from now on. 

Who gets to keep adding new songs to the Spotify liked list? 
Who will ever be able to play Scrabble again without the memories rushing back?
Who can have coffee from the mug that weirdly represented us like it’s no big deal?

In what are you going to sleep now if not his old T-shirts? What do you do with them? Throw them out? Give them to charity? 

When do you change your relationship status on Facebook instead of just changing it to the ‘only I can see it’ view?

When a relationship ends, what hurts on a different level is the loss of connections to others that we get to experience through our partner. Or more like with our partner. I’m writing these sentences while wiping tears and snot off my face as I realise I won’t ever have those group chat giggles anymore. I won’t ever have those philosophical conversations until 2 in the morning with our friends. I won’t ever be the one responsible for finding the right Spotify playlist that has a bit of everything in it for all of us. That somehow blends hip-hop, rock, and jazz with just a small dash of pop-house-reggae-soul-blues-drum’n’base-electro. I won’t ever be the one to watch him cook while I ask mind-bending questions.  

What else are you losing when you lose a great love? A real one. 

I’m usually on the other side of this scenario. I’m the one who walks away from something that might not have a future even when the love is still there. The amount of times I’ve done that is not something I’m proud of but I always made sure it was gentle and the least amount of hurtful for the other person. But this one wasn’t. 

After 5 years of moments-building, challenge-fighting and comfort-zone-pushing, the end felt unnatural, unethical and most of all unexpected. 

So what do you do when nothing bad happened but all of it now suddenly feels bad? 

If you question why you didn’t listen to that voice in your head to walk away while it was still good? 

You’ll never know. 

All you know now is the myriad of questions you were unprepared for.

tiara on black and silver background prose and poetry

Daddy’s princess

I just want to be Daddy’s little girl I never was.

I don’t know how it feels when a strong man protects you, when he puts his arms around you and says “it will be OK, I got you”.

I don’t know what it looks like when it’s the man who takes care of the responsibilities.

I don’t know what it means to rely on a man to fix things around the house. 

I don’t know why it’s not normal that I hide my emotions. 

I don’t know why it’s wrong that I don’t ask for help when I really need it. 

I don’t know how I find the energy to always over-achieve and to win, no matter what.

I don’t know why I feel I’m not good enough.

I don’t know how to show the whole world that I’m unique, interesting and lovable. 

I don’t know what makes me the wounded artist when I’m fine, okay?!

And now, I really don’t know how to tell him I’m scared of losing him. What if he dies while I’m trying to figure out how to be Daddy’s little princess at the age of 38?

All I want, still, is to give him all my love even when I don’t know how to show it. 

But quietly, I’m curled up in the invisible corner of my heart. I pull my knees to my chest as my sobs make my breathing uncontrollable. 

I don’t want him to exit my life this way. We still have so much to work through. So much to untangle, rekindle, deconstruct. 

Those crumbles I got from him fed my soul like the finest French cuisine I ever experienced. But then I remember the things I do know. 

I know how it feels when I’m comforting myself saying “it will be okay, I got you”.

I know I can handle all my responsibilities.

I know which screwdriver to use.

I now know that having feelings doesn’t mean I’m weak.

I now know that I don’t always have to be the strongest and it’s okay to receive help.

I now know that losing doesn’t mean I’m a loser. 

I now know that I can believe I am good enough. This one won’t happen overnight but I’m doing my best to truly believe this. 

I now know I have no one to prove my worth to.

But here I am. Trying to prove my own worth to myself.

I’ve been running around for too long with a tiara in my hand with nowhere to place it. 

broken heart prose

No longer The One

When I said let’s plan our goals together, you said not today, you’re tired. 

Tired of trying to live up to your imaginary expectations when in fact, all you did was latch onto me for support. 

Tired of feeling sorry for yourself for not feeling like a man.
Whatever that means in your dictionary. Because honestly, I was the one playing the role of the man in this relationship for 5 years. 

I was the one who fixed the broken sink. 

I was the one who reset the gas boiler.

I was the one who paid the rent.

I was the one who bought those concert tickets.

I was the one who had the money to buy the Jeep.

I was the one who sweet-talked to agents. 

I was the one who carried the responsibilities. 

While you were the one who cooked dinners. 

You were the one who did the laundry. 

You were the one who wanted to cuddle. 

You were the one who felt insecure about your body. 

You were the one who said we’re done. 

And now we are no longer One. 

The first cracks of the end

[26th October 2024]

That disturbed feeling after an argument. 

It’s like your mind has malfunctioned and your heart has been washed out with bleach. The pain, the anger and the disappointment infill every hidden corner of your soul. The dried tears in the corner of your eyes mixed with mascara give you an itch. You don’t want to scratch it but you can’t resist. Just like you couldn’t resist saying out loud those deeply buried thoughts. Those little layers of annoyance which suddenly inflated into a giant bubble of anger. Then it suddenly burst open without your control. Bamm. Off it went, along with all of your hurtful words. The damage is done to both parties. Is it beyond repair? Or can we still slap a band-aid over it and pretend nothing happened? But that’s not me. I can’t play pretend. I can only be raw and real. No games, no tactics. 

So how do we know when an argument is fully over? Do we wait x amount of hours or days or is there a universal protocol I don’t know about? I’m not used to this. Until now, I’ve been doing my best to eliminate the potential of any arguments arising. Talk it out calmly, openly, and intelligently. This has been my motto in relationships and it worked most of the time. But today, he brought out the worst in me. The ugly side which isn’t kind or considerate. And it’s definitely not calm. The suppressed anger and disappointment erupted from me today. I saw another side of him which he used to tell me stories about as part of his past persona.

Until today, I haven’t met this side of him. Almost 5 years went by until he pulled the curtain back on this trick of his. I mean, good job hiding it for so long. But what I saw today is not something I need in my life. It’s not something I want in my life. There isn’t enough amount of love in this world to justify this hurtful behaviour. This is not the man I fell in love with. And if it turns out that this is the real him, then I’ll have to make a painful decision.

Till our energies pop

That wagging tail, that paw, that burst of unconditional love
These creatures are sent from above
Not to protect us from danger, no,
That’s not their purpose, no no
Nobody questions why they’re really here but

What if their mission is to lift us up?
All the way up
Without a stop
To the top
Till our energies pop
All the way up,
All the way up,
All the way up,
Till our energies pop

They don’t care about your car, your title
Or how much you’re entitled to
Toxic households, loving households
They just as equally love you
Do we even deserve this purity?
This simplicity?
This felicity?
It’s like golden electricity rushing through our souls
This buzz…what it does is open our hearts

What if their mission is to lift us up?
All the way up
Without a stop
To the top
Till our energies pop
All the way up,
All the way up,
All the way up,
Till our energies pop

That guilt in you
when you
didn’t take them for a walk
Because of the rain
And you tried to explain that
The rain in Spain stays mainly in the plain
But life is not like My Fair Lady
And that’s not a tragedy
You have the power to change your reality,
Your actions, your feelings
To open your heart towards another being

Oh, wouldn’t that be nice?
Oh, wouldn’t that be nice?
To love without a sacrifice?

Without having to justify your choice
Just you being you, just you being you
Isn’t that what dogs teach us the most?
To be our real selves when everyone else folds

What if their mission is to lift us up?
All the way up
Without a stop
To the top
Till our energies pop
All the way up,
All the way up,
All the way up,
Till our energies pop

This life is not a game of poker
But remember, you have the jolly joker
Always in your hand
But don’t wait till the end to play
That hand if you want to expand
Your mind
And you might
Just unite
With humanity sooner
Because separation is a tumour
That grows inside anger
So let go of the grudges and just be
Like the doggies, with a burst of
Unconditional love
And rise above
The social conditioning

What if YOUR mission is to lift us up?
All the way up
Without a stop
To the top
Till our energies pop
All the way up,
All the way up,
All the way up,
Till our energies pop

leap: how to have faith in yourself to make life happen for you

Leap

In a leap year, I leapt into my destiny. Out of everything, I chose to jump right into that one.
It started at the very beginning of that year. I rolled into 2020 with a deep trance-like state. As champagne glasses were jingling together at midnight in other homes in Barcelona, I was lying on my back in my bed alone. Physically at least.

Exactly one year before that night, I was debating inside my soul where to allow life to take me next. I had just returned from Sri Lanka after saying goodbye to my accelerator island, Malta. My home for 4 years. On that night, sitting on my sister’s oversized sofa, I pondered. Why do I feel this unanswered question trying to carve a way out of my whole being? Sitting inside this German small town flat, I looked at my sister and her fiance. Doozy eyes were glancing back at me, not truly understanding that feeling that decided to take over my facial expressions. I’m sure they knew that something ‘strange’ was going on with me. I just simply couldn’t express it properly. Not to them, not even to myself.

The feelings of self-discovery and purpose-hunting (yes, this is an actual feeling) took over my soul entirely. I had to go somewhere, be somewhere, flow somewhere. And leave something behind.

Shedding my skin wasn’t a new process to me. I already had so many layers of old patterns, misbeliefs, bad conditions ripped away from my mind, soul and body. You can’t count them on one hand. Infinity shedding? Is that what this life is really about? Let’s not go down that other carving question for now. Let’s keep this story about leaping into destiny.

I took a deep breath as I closed my eyes in my bed on the last night of 2019 in that buzzing Spanish city. I wanted to hear my higher-self whisper ‘happy new year’ to me that day. I swooshed into a deep meditative state as I let my muscles relax from my little toe to the top of my always-wondering head. Somehow I knew, that moment there would be one of the catalysts to my spiritual expansion within the emotional field.

Emotions have been my stumbling blocks for quite some time actually. I had this ongoing lesson about feeling my way through things until I finally started to get it. To get softer. To become the light in between the hidden cliffs. To become the nurturing character in all areas of my life, not just in business. That meant shedding my old skin of the ‘strong woman’. Oh, the painful ripping of that layer of old patterns. There was no longer this masculine lady who would burst out in an angry monologue about what women should really do and how it had been so overdue to rise up, speak up, act up. What was beneath that old skin, was this caring woman who wanted to share her energy with another soul whom she knew for centuries. So as I closed my eyes to start meditating myself into 2020, I felt this eruption of acceptance and joy spreading through my cells.

I was ready to step into the gates of my destiny. I was given a choice to leap or flow slowly. I didn’t hesitate. With a sharp turn, I walked away from flowing. I wanted the speed, the thrill, the explosion of experiences. And I wanted them to circle around two aspects of my life: career and relationships. I got more than what I expected for both. Life led me down a path that was ending at the door of destiny for both of these. I was already past the gates, now it was the doors that I had to bust through. With a heartful kick, I first kicked down the career door. I finally felt the courage to start my own business instead of waiting around to feel ready. Fire came back into my soul as soon as I gave my attention and love to mind my own business. I brought myself to the forefront. The raw and real self that had been carving those questions in my whole being for years. But what happened next was not what I expected at all.

I imagined my career would magically transform and I’d become a spiritual entrepreneur overnight. My days would be mainly filled with business activities and smashing it out there. Instead, I ended up saying yes to a random road trip with my friends in mid-February. Honestly, how could I have known that that road was also leading me to my destiny? All I wanted was a quick break from spending 10+ hours on my laptop trying to change the world. And then it happened. It was another level of manifesting. The second I heard his voice, something shook in me. A buried part of my soul just got abruptly woken up and started screaming at me: it’s him! There he is! I shushed that voice. No, not now, I’m only here to take a break. I wasn’t looking for this. Maybe not consciously but a deep part of my heart knew that my manifestation was just about to burst open in front of my eyes in this tiny seaside town on the east coast of Spain.

How could I have known that the next morning I would wake up in the arms of this soul-feeder? Nevertheless, I did. I woke up next to him and today, 2 years later, I’m grateful that I chose the leap route. So whatever gates you stand in front of, know this: it’s worth to leap.

Layers of love

I loved so many times in so many different ways. I loved until it hurt, I loved until it shone, I loved until I travelled to different dimensions, I loved until I went back to the past, I loved until I smiled, I loved until I remembered, I loved until I hoped, I loved until it went quiet, I loved until it went loud and I loved until I loved myself. And now I just love. I love everything and everyone, I love the joy, I love the pain, I love the light, I love the dark.

I love all parts of me which are all of you around me. I love the doubting thoughts in my mind and the reassuring mantras that spread calmness all over my being. I love how your voice takes over my whole existence, my breathing, my heartbeat, my belief system.

I love how you, out of this big crowd became a singular beam of energy. I don’t love all of these things because of you, but with you in my light and my shadow, I learnt to love all of this around me even more. You are my amplifier. Because of you, I sharpened my vision, I enhanced the exposure, I coloured in the grey areas.

My mission with you is clear to me: to show you how magnificent you are, how powerful and ancient you are but most importantly to just let you be. It’s not my task to show you any of this, my task is to be there with you, supporting you on your journey while you realise this. To create a home for you and me where we can take a relaxed breath from all of our missions in life. I want to give you roots, give stability and the safety of home.  

J, this is what you meant

So many thoughts are swirling around within a pool of heavy emotions within me. How can something get rooted so deep inside your soul in such a short amount of time?

I guess you had no idea just how deep those roots really were. I can’t blame you, I’m not exactly vocal when expressing my feelings. But my emotions were there for you to see: when I closed my mouth and just listened for hours to absorb some of your pain. When I opened my mouth and told you how powerful your soul is and how much potential you truly have. When I got un-comfy just to get you a glass of water because that was what you needed. When I covered you in a blanket when you were fast asleep already with the AC still on. When I watched those documentaries with you to try to understand you better. When I took a backseat to let you be in control. Those were the moments that made my soul light up, that made my heart shimmer and made my mind stop.

I guess you had no idea just how much I really enjoyed our philosophical debates. When you set my brain on fire, you made me feel alive and more attracted to you than you could ever imagine. I felt your intelligence making its way through my bloodstream making my heart pump faster. Those were the moments when I felt the closest to the raw you.

I guess you had no idea how impatiently I was counting down the hours to be spending time with you. To do nothing in particular but just to feel your energy. Just to play with your hand between my fingers or to get lost for a moment in your gaze.

I guess you also had no idea how much I struggled to make this work. How much pain you caused me while pushing me away unintentionally. How many chances I had given this to work is beyond my rational mind. That’s how I knew that my feelings were truly real and raw. They conquered my logic countless times. Shutting me out from your vulnerable space made me feel that I was not worthy for you to enter that sacred place. Slipping back into your bad habits made me question if we are ever going to get really aligned. Were we even looking into the same direction? I’ll never know. What I do know is that these few months have shaped my life and despite the pain, I also got a different level of caring from you. I’ll be ever so grateful for those moments.

I guess I had to experience multiple heartbreaks with you in such a short amount of time to love you even deeper. And to eventually to love me even deeper. To realise that when two people love each other that might not be all what it takes to build a healthy partnership.

So J, what you meant to me was something I’ve never had before. Something so strange, so intense, so painful, so full of drama and so fiery. So satisfying yet so not enough. So ambivalent and so confusing.

When I walked away from you for the last time I was hurt but mostly I was angry at myself that I let you make me feel worthless. The way you talked to me was not something I could shove into one of those ‘guess you had no idea’ boxes.

(I guess I realised my real worth.)

Superficial illusion

22/ 04/2019

You think I need the superficial
For my loyalty to become official
You think that you amaze me with stories
of brands and luxury but they just bored me
I never needed any of that
And every time you did that,
My lips just frowned uncontrollably.
That sad second influenced this poetry
Reflection. Realisation. Sobering.

The times you really made my soul smile
Were when you put on a vulnerable style
When you showed me your insecurities and pain
Your real desires for happiness you couldn’t attain

Those gentle touches on my shoulder to make sure I was not cold again
Those sacrifices to see me smile and not have a reason to complain

When you gave me (without asking) the last piece of chocolate
When you showed me your favourite songs under the blanket
When you thanked me for taking the seeds out of the watermelon
When we quietly watched cartoons and laughed in perfect unison
When you asked me how I could be so patient with you and your concern
When you told me you exactly knew I’m not getting enough back in return

Then the structure shifted.
Then you would say something superficial again. You got stuck in your past.
You kept on reminiscing of how you once lived.
None of that impressed me.
I didn’t care about the photos of expensive cars and watches.
I cared more about your photos of silly faces.
This is obviously not a poem as you can see.
Don’t let the structure fool you.

It’s just a superficial illusion, nothing else.
Mostly what this whole life-sharing experience meant to you.
So that in a few years, when I’m established,
You can say that you lived together with this girl.
To me it meant a whole lot more. I gave you my authentic self.
I showed you my hidden parts and I loved you deeply.
I played no games, no tactics, no illusions.
I truly loved you. All of you. The real you, behind the superficial illusion.
I wish you nothing else but to learn to love yourself the way I did.
Behind the scenes, away from the stories. For who you really are.

Because you are wonderful.