Natalia Vela

Houston-based writer and artist.

What I Want To Yell At My Therapist

I tell her I’m scared a part of me will always hurt, that I think I’m a magnet to ruin, she asks me if there’s more. I tell her she should read more of my poetry to buy us more time for next week.

Part Of Moving On Is Recognizing That You’re Better Than Him

Hasn’t anyone ever told you it’s lonelier to waste your time and rent out your body to someone who doesn’t know your worth than it is to be alone? You deserve to be more than an afterthought. Stop getting ready “just in case.” You are all you need to fill all the empty space.

I Don’t Regret Being The Other Woman

It hurt. Doing this hurt. Caring about him hurt. Being his friend hurt. Loving him hurt. Letting him go for a final time, letting him go in all seriousness hurt. And I still am not sorry, I still wouldn’t take any of it back.

I’m Just Waiting For The Perfect Lover

I’m imagining a mouth – unhurried but hungry, pulsating between rough and soft. I’m imagining hands. Hands that bruise and hands that love. I don’t know who he is. I don’t know his face. But I know what he makes me feel.

A List Of Demands For All Fuckboys

Stop acting like you’re special. We don’t all want to date you. We aren’t all in love with you. Don’t get all bent out of shape and weirded out over a text, or over any kind of interest in your life or who you are as a person. If I like you, I will make it known.

This Is How You Love Someone Who’s Been Cheated On

If you’re going to love someone who has been cheated on, do it wholeheartedly, do so with purity. Unpack your baggage in front of them. Let them in. Doing so makes this person feel not only like you trust them, but like they can feel comfortable trusting you and doing the same.

I’m Alone And I’m Fine

I think I’d much prefer it this way until I hold hands with someone who makes me feel like the stars tangled themselves between our fingers.

Let’s Get To Know Each Other Tonight

I wouldn’t mind it, being in a room alone with you, getting to know you, opening myself up. I just find myself intrigued by you. I’ve never been more curious. I have a feeling we speak the same language.

I’m Done Waiting For You

I’m done hanging on to your words, done listening to the songs you send me through the periods we go without speaking, done ever believing you actually ever felt something for me.