healing
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You never loved me. You lusted, yes,and you will spend your yearsseeking me between other sheets.Submitting will nevermore taste as sweet.You might not be capableof romantic love, but I believed you —more fool me — when you offered higher loves.More, I believed your friendshipcould outlive dying embers.I try to write a poemto explain the way…
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I’ve thanked you often, for the role you’re playing in my healing. Thank you for being a safe placeto explore desires. Thank youfor fulfilling some of my wildest fantasies.Thank you for reminding methat constructive, honest conversationis attainable. Thank you for the whiskey-soaked memoriesand all of the words you’ve inspired,dare I say some of my best…
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I rememberdry mouth and racing heartexhilaration and trepidationknit by determinationto experience for myselfthe phenomenonthat was the desideratum of my hiraeth.Todaythe approach is familiarand no longer needs a mapand despite the intoxication of anticipationand reason reminding methis is both fledgling and ephemeralmy pulse calms, my breaths deepenas I ascend the stairsand peace descends.With youI am able…
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My brain synthesised theory and experiencewith a dash of innate sense, a desire coded deep within the cellular blueprint of the fabric of my being, and I had ideas, predictions, hopes about how it would feel. Not physically, I was warned enough that the first time might hurt,that it was awkward and messy, and technique…
Spilled Ink from the Vault 