February 14, 2020
I have never regretted the love I gave away to anyone...not to the ones who loved me back, not to the ones who didn't, not to the ones who suddenly stopped, and not to the ones who faded away slowly, imperceptibly. I have not regretted giving away love romantically, passionately, familially, or platonically. Put love out into the world, my friends. Happy Valentine's Day, y'all. ❤️❤️❤️
Friday, February 14, 2020
Sunday, February 9, 2020
Once
February 9, 2020
It's strange
and sometimes somewhat
unsettling
to think that there used to be
places, events, moments, things
that used to be ours
and now they're
yours
or mine
or even yours and mine
separately.
It's even more strange and
unsettling sometimes
to remember
to realize
that we are okay with this.
You are,
and I am,
separately, on our own.
It's strange
and sometimes somewhat
unsettling
to think that there used to be
places, events, moments, things
that used to be ours
and now they're
yours
or mine
or even yours and mine
separately.
It's even more strange and
unsettling sometimes
to remember
to realize
that we are okay with this.
You are,
and I am,
separately, on our own.
Found Poetry, Book Title Edition #3
February 9, 2020
Here today,
Dreamland, under the
never sky...the spectacular now.
No time for goodbye.
In twenty years,
what was mine, gone.
Too far.
Waiting for normal.
Here today,
Dreamland, under the
never sky...the spectacular now.
No time for goodbye.
In twenty years,
what was mine, gone.
Too far.
Waiting for normal.
Monday, February 3, 2020
Found Poetry, Book Title Edition
February 3, 2020
In twenty years,
where or when you reach me
...an invisible thread, written
on the body--
the distance between
lost and
found.
In twenty years,
where or when you reach me
...an invisible thread, written
on the body--
the distance between
lost and
found.
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