Janne Robinson

I’m fine at being alone
until I’m alone again
I’m strong until it doesn’t work out
again.

I’m trying to love him like a confident woman who knows her worth.

Now I am tired
I’ve been disappointed by you
I’ve been let down by you

They don’t understand my romanticism.

I’m taking space for myself—and it’s different. It’s quiet.

Last year I made $250k with both my companies and I don’t have a degree.

Be easy on yourself — we are all, all of it, it’s part of this dance.

There are a lot of people afraid to depend on one another or be depended on—and that this is not creating nurturing or loving relationships or community.

What if you weren’t afraid of losing a man by being honest?

I know our world tells you to be independent and to not need too much and to not be clingy and to not be vulnerable and to play games to see if they care—but that’s not what it’s about.

Please know that I’ve stood in front of mirrors and hated my body.

“What happened to your head?” I ask.

He will love my fire—and my intensity, he will watch me like a forest fire and smile for he understand that I need that to create change.

Do not come to lap water at my feet, if you do not intend to build a home inside the walls of my heart.

We can never lose someone by being our true self.

I’m going to sit here and wait for a quiet love to walk straight in my door.

I thought that when I told him
I’m here
he’d jump in his car and race to see me
but he didn’t
he barely wrote me back.

We live in a world where a sociopath is elected president. Where homophobes and racists and sexists and bigots still operate from a place of fear in their hearts.