Writing through the ache, the joy, they lessons I seem to repeat—trying to find meaning and light in the dark. Always from the heart & honest even when I look bad.
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Today your horoscope swears that friends will mend your love life— by inviting new people inside your inner circle of romantic strife.
By Tina D. Lopez3 months ago in Poets
I don’t need your apology. But I wonder if it lingers in your belly— an ulcer you pretend not to feel, doing damage long after the meal is over.
i imagined you built a world only i saw time to burn it down
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I’m trying to be your friend now— trying to cook the past into something edible, something I can swallow without it slicing me open.
shivering at night time to set myself on fire get close, i burn you
popcorn in my bowl McClane saves Christmas again Die Hard heat for me
door stands wide open i offer warmth, she picks cold fur ball hides in bush
didn't pay heat bill you decided we don't work lacking warmth this month
brief street corner pause your smile melts air between us heat climbs, winter falls
heartbreak taught me this I am my own source of heat winter won't last long
we meet by pure chance your voice ignites fire within cold loosens its grip
