I watch your eyesthe tilt of your headcurve of your lipsah, you need happinessthe way you slumpor mumble your wordsand fidgetyou long for touchyour quick tongueand stomping feetas you rant and waveif only someone would listencue sparkle in my eyesthrow back my...
my leg will alwayshave been brokenI cannot heal well enoughto be as I was in the pastbefore it was brokenI cannot run into a future healingno matter how strong the bonehow faded the scarmy heart will alwayshave been brokenthere is not enough therapyfor a future where...
I realized lately that my parents did not have friends when I was growing up.Their relationship was adversarial at best. No modeling of a loving relationship, or modeling about having friends. No wonder I have had some difficulties with those! I moved...
A searching and fearless moral inventory? With lots of fear and trepidation. I don’t like the word fearless; it’s not true. I’ll use the word courageous instead. Whose inventory? Those who harmed me? After all, they are at fault. My parents, my coworkers, the toxic...
Another shot at love.just to be met with scorn ending up with the shovecreating a feeling #forlorn.And I kept on trying.To connect with the outer worldand it felt like dyingwhile shadows danced and swirled.Alone again, alone in the darkWhy have you forsaken...
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