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Ending the stigma through poetry
There is nothing sexier Than not having to remove A single piece of clothing And still have a man Wanting you
I am the woman your mother warned you about Do not fall in love with a woman like me I am like the rose in the garden you pick For its’ beauty I am not the rose petals my dear I am the thorns… Continue Reading “Thorns”
The thing between my legs is nowhere near as important as the thing in my head. If you can not realize this, then you are part of the problem.
We sat in silence until he took a deep breath and said, “You care so much about others and not enough about yourself.” I stared at the ground while biting my lip. I nodded. “Why?” he asked with a confused look on his face. … Continue Reading “The Empath”
She was an intoxicating, mesmerizing mess. He knew she was mad but he could not let her go. She was the most angelic being he had ever seen.
Start looking at forever in your own reflection. If you can not learn to love what is looking right back at you, then how do you expect someone else to?
Madness and brilliance go together. Just like darkness and light. One can not exist without the other.
I found strength in forgiving you even though you did not deserve it. I did it so I could be at peace with the past and the hurt you caused me.
Empathy Poetry 