And she could say
with the utmost clarity
that both she and him
were made of that same rope
which binds them
eternally.
Original Poetry
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Original PoetryIn life and death
we find solitude
in love.
Morning Thoughts
Original PoetryI wear his name on my tongue
with pride,
and his scent on my skin
with arrogance
New York
Original PoetryIn an apartment,
maybe New York
or the hills in Surrey,
perhaps Boxhill.
I’d happily be
anywhere in the world
if it means I’m with you.
–
Original PoetryI would rip
my own heart
from my chest
if I knew it would
give you just
a glimmer
of the peace
your soul so desperately craves.
–
Original PoetryIn myself
I found
you.
Morning Thoughts
Original PoetryIt’s not necessarily that he loved her.
It was more that,
when he looked in her eyes,
he saw it.
He saw
her.
It is and always has been
unrequited.
Like a wound
that never quite heals,
but leaves a scar,
a graphic fucking
reminder.
I just have to live with it.
Or rather,
live without you.
A Year Ago Today
Original PoetryA year ago today
I gave someone the power
to break me.
I thought the pieces
were irretrievable,
that I was damaged goods
permanently broken.
But today I lie here
with pride
knowing that someone else
has decided not to fix me
or attempt to repair me
but to complete me
day by day.
Survivor
Original Poetry, Original WritingI am not defined by the depth of my scars
but how I wear them.
