It's getting late
late hours and I still don't close my eyes
I still wait for the chat to die
it keeps coming, back and forth
It's morning five
the sleepless night
An hour for day to break
My eyes remain awake.

What makes a happy memory
it would end like in a melody
the waves make in the way
someplace
Cherishing moments treasury
But eventually, things end.

Good neighbors, sweet friends, can you forgive me?

In long, still and creeping hours of study,
I can be stern and inaccessible.

My studies tax me to basest function,
resting, weight-like, on my wretched shoulders.
I, too-weary, ebb and at times, tend to
spare few feelings and gall, as if licensed.

Sometimes I go, unwillingly to class,
a melancholy lass. Please, if we talk,
speak gently. I labor under command,
and you may not be answered with reason.

Hereby hangs the tale, ladies just and fair.
Sleep, that dark medicine, has restored me,
my sanity and my better judgment.
Patiently receive my apology
and recall our many fun adventures.

Within my tears
I find freedom
I find peace
I find sense
I find strength.
I am finding the love for myself
the peace within my pain,
the stillness.

where it all starts to make sense
how much I didn't love myself,
so of course I couldn't really receive that back to me.
I am crying for my old selves that didn't know how to love myself
I think the true home is found within ,
the more I heal
the more I love
the more I open,
I want to live a life with more softness
I don't need to grimace at life anymore.
Strength is inner strength
resilance
boundaries
finding meaning within pain
living especially when you don't want to,
smiling at the little things.
I have always been very strong
maybe I can also be soft.
like the earth
like the children
like the  water
like the body
strength is not in voilence
in war the way that the patriarchy
wants me to believe,
its in choosing kindness over pain
in choosing love over fear
in choosing ourselves over abuse
this is true strength!
In crying,
In allowing ourselves to feel,
truly and deeply.
This is strength,
healing from addictions
this is strength.

maybe it wasn't just the men
in my life
maybe everyone likes to project
and hate
maybe its about evil human beings
and gender doesn't matter
maybe I can view life in a different manner
and see yes good men good women
good people exist.
Detached from ideologies
the world looks  a bit brighter.

We understand each other, he and I.
Tragedy can do that.
So when I see his eyes shine up a bit...
I look away.
And when my lower lip trembles
He does the same for me.
I know what songs he will need
A shot to get through.
And he knows to let go of my hand
When the sadness comes on too strong.
We are each others memories.
Those really special ones.
Each others alternative
To the loves we once had
Loves that changed us.
We share the same knowledge
That love like that won't come twice.
We don't hope or pray for it.
We don't have to expect it.
So when he kisses my temple and whispers, " It will be ok," I do the same for him.
We hold each other up when the
Balance is lost in our minds.
We are naked and beautiful.
Because there is nothing left for either of us to lose,
Or gain,
Or recover.
We just get to be part of the lonely hearts club band together.
Just passing the time until time passes.
Sharing lonely beds,
Overcooked food,
Knowing gazes,
And pity.
Jigsaw puzzles,
JJ Grey,
And "let me pass," kisses.
We tell the same stories over and over
Because we forget we told them.
I like that.
His cat likes me too.
Shine on you crazy ******' diamond,
And I will shine on you.

I am
a very expensive example
of who
not to fall in love with
you’re welcome!

Yep,
I ****** up
I lost my head
you can either
blame me
hate me or
forgive me
leave me
or still love me
instead.