thinking about someone all the time
is not enough to make them
deserving of your thoughts
sometimes it’s not a sign
it’s just something you do
until you don’t
r.h. Sin
Tag: words
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your heart is an empty room.
The piano sounds Apple says I listened the most to in 2024.
Her hyperness when her meds wear off.
The green of his eyes I see every time it rains.
Good morning texts.
Holding of hands that once shielded the abuse.
My blue couch.
The tone of her voice when she says, “GUTTER BITCH or titty baby”, her fake Italian grandmother’s accent.
Blue
Showers too long.
Giggles, stories, jokes.
Seeing her face walk through the door, knowing she won the war of getting out of bed.
Cinnamon Tea, and coffee, Hallmark movies.
Doris Doloris, who will be the biggest heart break of all.
The shock in a broken face meeting strength for the first time.
The Professor getting excited to tell me about the girl he likes or the sex he had.
Books in The Nook.
Blankets and hockey sweats.
The end of the day when I lay my head down and remind myself this life is real, and I will wake up still safely in it.
Smells of honeysuckle, sugar plums, and favorite flannels.
Lovers that forever stain the walls of this heart.
So much feminine rage and way too many damn shoes.
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my words..
This is what I want my words to do…
I want my words to fight my battles, because my fists are tired.
I want my words to fix all the broken people I meet.
I want my words to make them believe they are strong, they matter and they don’t have to accept less than pure kindness.
I want my words to change ideas, meanings and certain ways of thinking.
I want my words to hurt and heal and break and mold.
I want my words to be comfort.
I want my words to be uncompromising and extremely unapologetic.
I want my words to be remembered and repeated.
Exampled and taught.
I want my words to be spoken and heard.
That’s what I want my words to do.
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