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Identified May 17
Today is sunny,
and the heat begins.
Butterflies fly,
and goldfinches sing their song.
Change of season,
and time to cleanse the heart.
We will remove all the ill-gotten loves,
all those that don't warm us.
We will clean the dust from our chests,
and with it will go all those unhealed, misunderstood, and mismatched loves.
We will remove all the loves that have gone out of style,
those that have outgrown us and those that have grown out of us.
We will take down those faded loves,
that we no longer remember existed.
We will take down all those wrinkled and torn loves,
to hang new ones with more color, more fun.
We will clean up everything that needs cleaning,
to start over,
in the new season.
Identified May 15
There are days when the chest feels heavy,
as if the world had forgotten
how to give hugs.
There's a child inside,
who doesn't ask for much —
just a wordless caress,
an "I'm with you" that won't go away.
There's no mistake in feeling
that the warmth of a close body is missing,
the simple touch
of someone who demands nothing
more than to be there.
And if today the world isn't enough,
if other people's arms don't reach,
remember that your hands also heal,
that your chest also warms,
that your soul knows how to love itself
when it allows it.
So hug yourself,
as someone who loves you would,
with tenderness, with love,
without conditions or haste.
Because yes, you deserve that love.
Identified May 15
I'm here but I'm not,
I'm here but I'm gone.
My heart is here,
but my head is there.
I'm here struggling with the anxiety
of being there.
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