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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I claim to want romance, a fellow tall, Moonlit dances, tulips that never fade, Enchanted fairy tales where bodies laid,
By Tina D. Lopez2 months ago in Poets
Begin by accepting the bare minimum, expectations so small they fit in the palm of your hand. Practice saying it’s fine in the mirror,
insults hit heart deep just a human punching bag asborbing the sting
awake on the couch staring up at the ceiling watching a spider
Single yesterday Today's February fifteenth Half-off chocolate!!
Super Bowl sixty waiting for the halftime show Bad Bunny singing
Kevin and Darcey had a couple of dates, Pool table bets, toothy grins, fancy wine, And a mutual “friend” connecting them—
You didn’t invite me to game night, though I sat beside you as you planned said you thought you asked me, said it must’ve slipped your mind.
Finally my day! Everyone bow down. Bring cake or M&M's. Repeat annually. Undeniably me. Aging..ummm...gracefully? Really cute still--
I want to be the woman who doesn’t need the gaze of others’ eyes to feel beautiful. I want to be the woman who knows, bone deep, that she is enough as she is, even on the days she feels awkward or unsure.
dirty laundry mixing every color swishing and swirling
