It’s December Again, And I’m Still Longing For A Love Without You
I want the epilogue more than the prologue because I already know how the beginning ends.
I’m a plant mom, and I go to a coffee shop every Saturday.
I want the epilogue more than the prologue because I already know how the beginning ends.
Who gave you permission to write about him when he doesn’t deserve your poetry?
show them that
they are never entitled
to a woman’s body
just because they can see it.
you are more
than the
wars and storms
that your skin
has fought.
It’s not poetic or tragically beautiful or whatever the hell people naively think brokenness is.
it’s been two years
since i last saw you,
but i’m still writing
poems about you.