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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A bed time huddle. Several seconds of fire. Winter exhales slow.
By Tina D. Lopez3 months ago in Poets
After-hours pulse. A private spark lights the dark. Winter blues can't stay.
Burning with passion, heat rewrites my inner map. Cold forgets its place.
burning with passion, your sun shines into my soul. ice is memory.
He tried ending us without a sound. He tried ending us without a sound. His message never came, only his absence. His message never came, only his absence.
The psych said, “sounds unbearably intense inside you.” The psych said, “sounds unbearably intense inside you.” Like it was breaking news, and not my entire life.
chilly toes and nose rain soaks my coatless body the car waits, near, dry
damp, dreary gray day burrowed below blanket pile hibernation vibe
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.
