took me longer than most to define real love for myself. Give me tasty food … then a movie and cuddle in bed and I’m all yours. Introverts are simple that way. But, it took a lot of soul searching plus copays before I got there. Before then
my identity your intensity
as it slips
between your lips
with your hips
tell me how to find the place
where you love me
like you say you do
give me all of you
the beauty, the beast
the scars across your soul
the heat of your anger and defeat
It was always hard for me to make friends as a kid. I was too quiet and kept my nose buried in books most of the time, and I could never be bothered to take off my headphones. But when I connected with someone, it was like we’d always been friends. Like we’d done this before and instead of testing each other’s waters to make sure we were the same temperature, we just got busy being friends again. Nothing has changed as an adult. I’ve always just left myself open for old friends to come find me. I’ve met some amazing women recently and I dedicate this to them.
I am not sugar and spice and everything nice
I come from women
who never asked twice
All bullets and vice and daggers and dice
The kind who’d answer
your slap with a slice
There it bides; untouched, untyped
slamming against bone and boredom
stalking, storming, writhing, waiting….
A prompt poem that I found way more fun than I probably should have. Thank you for reading you lovely thing finding beauty in simple spaces.
I’m lucky enough to have an amazing partner who calls himself a feminist. This little dose of sadness with sarcasm is for those who think feminist is just another F word. Thanks for reading you brave and beautiful beasts unafraid to stand up for those simply asking for equality.
This one was a knife to the gut, my amazing readers. If it resonates with you, know this old pain will always revisit just long enough to remind you how far you’ve come. So have a cry, give your little you a big hug in your heart and carry the f/ck on, Love.