mooreabea

05/09/2026

It’s painful to witness the sobering truth that the pattern of love that follows you is the one that holds love in the dark.

Where men refuel their hearts and let their masks fall off until they leave, appointing you as an emotional mistress. The type of woman their friends don’t meet, their lives don’t align with, and the one who eventually becomes “just a friend.” The type of woman who is also the heart they find home in and the healer they rely on to be human without judgment.

To be this woman is to be the respite for a man’s vulnerability, but not the receiver of his gifts.

Men lie bare in front of you, find comfort in your presence and love in your voice, while seeing your love as a commodity not to lose rather than to actually hold. A rare and precious gift unacknowledged until they need it again, with no intention of protecting it or even wanting to claim it.

Being this woman is to be asked to mother the boy who was never seen. Sometimes it feels as if you aren't a woman at all.

Because when these men return to their lives, their time belongs to the world. Their attention belongs to those who don’t witness their hearts, but instead give them a sense of security in the man they want to be.

To be a woman who kindly loves with patience and respects potential, the boundaries must be higher. Because not only do we become their safe place, but we also become their threat.

Coming back for more soul food isn’t always easy when the hungry ego is more easily fed in spaces where depth feels controllable.

So, to the hearts that hold depth deep enough for the boy to be seen, be sure they may also be of service to you as a man. A man who sees you for the love you hold and does not run from the threat of your gaze.

Because your gates need guards, and not all the men who pass by will lock your heart safely behind them. Some will leave the gates open, hoping that when they walk by again, someone else hasn’t already gained the privilege of holding the key…

05/05/2026

I wanted to surrender to your depth.

To the vastness beneath the shiny surface.
The moments of meeting there are the ones I loved the most, but what was lost was the structure to a never-ending void.

I couldn’t breathe underwater as long as you could.
I couldn’t find the exit to what felt like an inevitable hole without you there to catch me.

I wasn’t able to hold myself above it all while hoping and waiting for you to give me the map.

My only way back to life was to build my own walls.
Not because I wanted to leave you,
but because I know myself well enough to know I would have lived my life in that place.

It’s with intense grief to know that the very thing you love about someone can also become the one thing keeping you from coming back to life.

Because my soul could not thrive without a stone path.
I could only surrender to your mystery as deeply as I could trust direction.

Structure to the chaos.

All I wanted was to trust that you could meet me halfway, where we could safely navigate the depth with a plan of where we would swim.

You left me in charge of my own oxygen
while pulling me further, asking me to trust you.

But when I asked for help, you weren’t there.

Naturally, the cycle continued,
with you reviving me every now and then,
slipping into the sensation of finally being seen,
met and loved in the waves I had never been witnessed in.

The very thing I had waited my whole life to feel,
yet without the safety to stay.

And before I could come up for air, you were gone.
A relief to my lungs, but a wound to the heart that stayed loyal.

05/04/2026

Baby, I held the future of me and you until I couldn't hold my grip.
I left inspired by your absence,
led by your avoidance into a life that no longer required me to hold the vision you weren't willing to acknowledge.
It became my motivation, my own inner union, dismantling the past in order to be present.
Your choices and feelings no longer added to my list of responsibilities I had once written and pinned to my mental board.
Now erased and replaced with reminders of purpose, vision, and love that carries further than a ghostly message left unread.
You are no less important, just the lesson that brought me to where I was always meant to be.
As if I am a modern princess receiving the throne to be queen.
Peeling back inner layers, not being claimed by the power of potential and met with a heart that refuses to break.
No longer fearing the absence of those I loved and instead allowing the space to be filled with those who equally love me.
Because I loved you louder than you were willing to hear, and now my silence becomes deafening.
My exit met with the presence of applause,
a welcoming into my own new beginning.

05/03/2026

Even when the walls become demons to be slayed,
hallucinations of falling from failure when I’m already at the bottom,
I reach for you.

For the one whose heart can match mine.
Who sees the purity in my shaken soul, reminding me that at the bottom, I can finally stand up.

The voice of love that reminds me of myself without doing the work for me.

Watching the walls cave in without saving me from the illusion of them falling.

The one who reminds me not to look for truth, but to simply remember it.

The reason for my pain, but not the source of it.

Taking on the identity of my fear without the selfish act of blaming me for reacting.

I reach for the one who shows me where I still reach for a love that holds false promises.

Instead, a love that reminds me of the courage it takes to blink my eyes open to a hollowness that holds potential rather than emptiness.

The one that reminds me that once I stand up, I can rebuild.

🤍

04/27/2026

Thoughtless but mindful

03/29/2026

Love did not test you to leave you. It tested you to show you it never would. That even in the face of your fears, and choices made in protection over truth, that love didn’t become invisible — it only became stronger.

Because in the illusion of it being gone, you mistook the perception of its absence as a sign, instead of the truth beneath the surface.

When you’re honest with yourself, you realize that it only becomes more present.

Because love doesn’t show us trials in order to hurt us, but to show us that we can walk through them in faith that love never leaves.

Love confronts our heart and says, “We have not come this far to abandon you here. You cannot ruin the only thing that has been true.”

Because love was never determined by the form it took. It was never dependent on how you acted. It was only ever present, until you finally trusted it enough to acknowledge it before it looked the way you thought it must.

Love was never meant to meet you when you were ready to act.

It was there to show you which way to walk.

Even through darkness, when the acknowledgment of it seems lacking, it follows you into the realization of it within a heart you yourself may have avoided.

🤍

03/28/2026

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fear, control, and learning to experience love instead of managing it

03/25/2026

Been publishing for over a week straight! New record 😎 Here is the latest,

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What happens when love shows up and you can’t avoid yourself anymore

03/24/2026

Something about these waters healed me 🥹

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