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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Loveless at Walgreen’s It’s February 15th Yay—half off chocolates!
By Tina D. Lopez2 months ago in Poets
I harmed what might not heal. I harmed what might not heal. The wound remains wide open. The wound remains wide open.
I harmed what might not heal. The wound remains wide open. Blood behaves as usual. Nothing grows here. Not yet.
I haven’t met him yet. No hand reaching for mine. No I can’t wait to see you lighting up my phone. This is not a love story—
smelling some flowers allergies activated nostrils are twitching
avoiding working thinking up little haikus typing on Vocal
Drank the cleansing tea Hurrying to the shitter Soiled underwear
hair covering face close up of nostril and pores random pic on phone
Classes in session Bright day tempts through windows Student walks away
little bursts of gold decorating the grass tiny suns at play
red taillights in fog trudging along highway 4 work waits beyond gray
chicharron crackles salt and chili on my lips Concord Tap House meal
