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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damp, dreary gray day burrowed below blanket pile hibernation vibe
By Tina D. Lopez3 months ago in Poets
lips brush my cold skin, can't remember how to breathe--- my center warms first
This is an emergency broadcast. This message is being issued due to a confirmed mismatch between relational needs and available capacity.
I keep painting you Pictures of my pain Using only shades Of black and gray. Layer after layer, Until my darkness
You want a love that never needs, That only asks for what is seen, Surface level, silent ease, No depth required to believe.
Wintery pavement hot coffee burns through the cup soul still shaking cold
Outside---frozen world! Inside, my mouth's on fire. Chili's not sorry.
Roof glowing orange no sirens yet, just fierce blaze lighting the cold dark
insanely low temps you're not here to warm me up heat bill is so high
Begin by removing the obvious reminders. Delete the messages, the pictures. Pretend you don’t know their middle name
the sky is weeping flooding streets, drowning my joy focus: summer plans
New Year's eve alone longing for a lover's warmth ball drops loud, heavy
