smoke with me? roll up for me grind the pain to powder? almost - not as fine
you love when I'm quiet enough to silence your inner critic. loud enough to sing your praises siphon the blood you spill and refuel next victim or
to say that I cast away memory - consign the pain to oblivion to damn 'love'
knowing that the word is indefinable.. reducing its meaning, merely a muttered malediction -
would be to say, I was anxious.. pacing.. rocked by reality.
so I inhale, scaling forward. clawing back time left my fingernails black and bloody clawing my way out of this vessel's dream
trying to escape, I missed myself
About the Creator
KIRA
Writer. Creative Director. Art. Found a way out.
When I Start to Love Myself
When I began to truly love myself, I noticed some changes. I started going to bed earlier and enjoyed exercising more. My worries and anxieties faded away, and I felt confident about pursuing the things and people that mattered to me. I found a passion for them that burned brightly. That’s when life started for me.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharinga day ago in Poets
She loves me
She loved me. When I was small and my wee stayed to the paper. When I was rumpled skin and floppy big paws and big eyes looking up and waiting for her hands to find me, scooping me up and bringing me into her. And we were happy, so happy, so very, very happy. I was so happy to see her and danced my circles so she'd know how much I wanted nothing more than for her to hold me. I'd wrap, wiggle, wiggle and wrap my growing body with my bestest happy dance, slumping and kerplumping into her warm parts just like she liked me to. She was there and I was there, and we were there together, and it was perfect. Oh, how she loved me! We spent all our time together, playing inside, outside, up, down, going round and round. And she petted me and called me good girl when I made poops, and sometimes when I weed in her front yard or the neighbor's, and I was the best girl. For her, I really was! And she scratched me behind my ears, and it was heaven. I aowooo my joy! And she aowoooed hers too.
By Christy Munson6 days ago in Fiction
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