soma soul mate print

soma = (so)ul (ma)te
read it again.

what if the “one” isn’t the person
who sends you "gm" texts
but the pulse that stayed
when you wanted
to die?

you ever look in the mirror
and realize your microbiome
has more impact on your mental health
than that ex who couldn’t commit
to anything but confusion?

you ever wake up
and stop outsourcing your peace
to someone else’s emotional availability?

you ever get turned on
by the feeling of being
hormonally harmonious?

you ever realize the real heartbreak
was the day you started trusting
someone else’s gaze
more than your own gut?

we don’t talk enough about
the eroticism
of eating enough protein
to stabilize your mood swings.
or the aphrodisiac
of drinking electrolytes
in the sunlight
before slamming your adrenals
with caffeine.

listen.
the best sex of your life starts with
nervous system regulation.
and foreplay looks like:
a nap at noon.
magnesium before bed.
chewing your breakfast.
a breath so deep
it makes your trauma feel seen.

show me your cortisol curves,
i’ll show you your capacity
for commitment.

don’t tell me about your twin flame
if you still treat your body like
a matchstick.
burning it for someone
who never even brings you water.

stop cheating on yourself
with every person who gives you affection
in exchange for self-abandonment.

stop.
using people
as a distraction
from the conversation your body
has been begging to have.

stop scrolling
for someone to save you.
eat your meals.
go for a walk.
moan at the feeling
of being so deeply regulated,
you no longer need to be rescued.

because there’s no greater love story
than meeting the “forever and always”
you thought you had to find
and realizing she's been
holding your soul
all along.