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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Finally my day! Everyone bow down. Bring cake or M&M's. Repeat annually. Undeniably me. Aging..ummm...gracefully? Really cute still--
By Tina D. Lopez2 months ago in Poets
I want to be the woman who doesn’t need the gaze of others’ eyes to feel beautiful. I want to be the woman who knows, bone deep, that she is enough as she is, even on the days she feels awkward or unsure.
dirty laundry mixing every color swishing and swirling
empty wine bottles giggling with my besties spilling our secrets
He calls himself a perfectionist but his house tells another story— clutter stacked in corners, an odor choking the air,
Villains aren’t born; they’re made— shaped by old wounds, often forged in heartbreak, certain their cruelty is self-preservation.
Botox filled faces blank and vacant expressions unreactable
freshly squeezed oranges sticky, syrupy pancakes Sunday morn' breakfast
They say if you love someone you should set them free. I didn't ask to be freed. A hand let go and called it mercy like I was a wounded animal
Saturday hands in view holding phone Protestor gun permit CITIZEN Masked agent made a choice Alex Pretti
Late-night phone conversation with my ex, who doesn’t believe in soulmates, fate, or anything that can’t be explained or measured.
“Anti-depressants are for losers who are afraid to feel.” The circle glares at me as I try to pass cruelty as enlightenment.
