succulent lessons
you cannot rush the process of draining the excess only time and sunlight can lift what’s not needed and allow new growth to flourish
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Bits and Bobs
Words that come to me as they will.
love, the original smoke-filled room
it’s like i can’t help but inhale whenever you want me to breathe out and i’ve choked on so much air i can’t swallow any more
real talk
forgive me for being blunt but your feelings mean nothing unaccompanied by action
writing is my sanctuary
this is where i go to have difficult conversations with myself
free at last
i am feeling lighter today now that/ i am rid of a ghost or two
kismet
and the feelings lifted magically one day, like a balloon rising towards eternity.
exorcism
it’s like i needed to see you again to finally get you out of my system
abandonment
you were the one who stopped tending to the bridge between us all i did was strike the match and watch it burn
the road to closure is long and winding
i’m not saying never again because i’ve worked too hard to stretch myself open to allow my flesh to harden anew but i hope you listen...
glass becoming crystal
the parts of me that are not wounded do glow magnificently
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