Comfort of a Man

Being raised to be this independent black women is so crippling. I knew my mom just wanted me to be better, but always trying to be independent and not need anybody gets tiring and lonely. I have to remind myself it’s ok to crave you. It’s ok to want to be held. It’s ok for me to lean on you for support. It doesn’t make me weak — but strong

You give me so much to look forward to. I promise I want use you and spit you out, but learn how to reciprocate this comfort to you. 

I just hate that you might feel like you aren’t gaining anything from this, but this process of trusting you to comfort me is even harder