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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She rereads the text: “You’re pathetic, hanging around those women, hoping loneliness will lower their bars.” She knows it won’t fix anything.
By Tina D. Lopez2 months ago in Poets
What if she had been raised by sunlight, by the gentle pull of dreams? What if she had been raised by sunlight, by the gentle pull of dreams?
I am small, forgotten, gathering dust in this quiet apartment. But my memories glitter on my soles. I sit alone, no other shoes crowd me like they used to.
Loveless at Walgreen’s It’s February 15th Yay—half off chocolates!
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
