I used to dream aboutA partner messing upCrawling backAs a sign of their love.Of toxic, bold, fireAnd grand gesturesFrom a liar. But I don’t have those dreams anymore.My dreams are far quieter.I dream of warmth and kindnessAnd a home –I don’t need anger,or struggles, or fire.Love is an unlit pyre.
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On Soulmates – A Poem
I used to think That there was one great love And that if we only held on We needn’t suffer. That if I was patient And forgiving And sacrificial – Love could last forever. I needed to believe that Through the cosmos There was some special bond. Undestroyable. But then I found you And sawContinue reading “On Soulmates – A Poem”
Closet Shelves – A Poem
I sit in the room where it happened And I stare down the wall No photos left No paintings Just holes in the dry wall. I stare at empty closet shelves And try to wrack my brain There must be more To say or do There has to be a way. I wrote and wroteContinue reading “Closet Shelves – A Poem”
I want to put you into paper – A Poem
I want to put you into paper to keep you here, in this space – Out of my brain And into my life. I want to postpone your ending – To glue you to pulp with pen So memories remain Static and still – Fragile and delicate, Like the signature on a will. I wantContinue reading “I want to put you into paper – A Poem”
Planted a Forest – A Poem
If I am strong it is because of you. If I am kind it is because of you. If I strive to find equality in relationships – If I demand my worth, It is because of you. I am your daughter. You are the woman who First taught me how to Love. How to work.Continue reading “Planted a Forest – A Poem”
Perfection – A Poem
There is a voice inside my head – A voice all my own; Telling me the things it hates About itself. It lists my breasts, my hips, my thighs. It lists the crinkles beneath my eyes When I disguise my frown. It lists my arms, my knuckles, my nose. It lists the things I doContinue reading “Perfection – A Poem”
Women – A Poem
All the strongest people I know Are women. Whether it’s through proximity, Or pain, The women I know are calamity.