'healing'
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Trauma is like a foul tasting fondue. When you're stuck in that space all life events or experiences are ran through the trauma fondue.
Dripping with horror, tremor, fear, and angst.
Intimacy is foreign to me
It’s the company that I long for
It’s the friend who knows
My needs
And no
I don’t mean
You dont know
So here I am
to show how much I care
We became friends
Then best friends
Sibilings
To fake lovers
We made a death pact
To forever we cant be alone
You dont know
So here I am
to show how much I care
We became friends
Then best friends
Sibilings
To fake lovers
We made a death pact
To forever we cant be alone
Lately I've been feeling like alphabet soup,Well, alphabet spaghettios because those taste better. Out of all the types of spaghettios, The ones with meatballs, franks, less sodium,I chose alphabet noodles.
At the dawn of a sun drenched summerFlowing with hope and lightThere began a decay inside of meThat injected my veins with the night
There was freedom in ones lonliness and existence in ones presense.
I wanted to witness the never ending night, but time was of the essence.
My vision had advanced dull across the colorless sky,
Dear attacker,
It has been so long since I’ve seen your face
yet I feel I will never forget it
brown eyes
pale skin
white teeth
the most charming smile
I saw the stars
for the first time in
a while.
Was it you
shining down on me?
I've never seen them
so clearly
in this sad and busy
city.
a broken promisetorn sinews, feathers of painsoar, wings; let it go
healing is a fightwingspan in a duffel bag(you are forgiven)
I have scars
some are physical
The phantom burn from the hot coal
silver on my hands from rambunctious cats
The mark on my leg from a bad scooter accident
I have scars
some are emotional
Oh, Darling, honey dear
I will hold you near
It’s quiet underneath the moon
Let’s stay here until noon
Darling, honey dear
I have burned
all the pictures
that were a reminder
of the mistake of that was us
and I have shed the hurt
and the pain that I was
saving for the next time
we met
