Writing through the ache, the joy, they lessons I seem to repeat—trying to find meaning and light in the dark. Always from the heart & honest even when I look bad.
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chicharron crackles salt and chili on my lips Concord Tap House meal
By Tina D. Lopez2 months ago in Poets
Pumpkinhead toppled Halloween's grin smashed in field February sky
a squirrel standoff we're stariang each other down he slips into earth
gushing and swirling my glass is overflowing water keeps running
My phone’s face up on the marble counter. No notifications. No small blue bubbles begging to be opened. The house hums —
Riots in the streets Old friends on opposite sides America now
So angry it rattles my teeth So hurt it turns me into a monster every time I remember your smile— that wide, practiced lie
This is it all You & I Need to forget everything we know Whatever this is Was broken by you I trusted but shouldn’t
Tina Before Too many times I made myself disappear Never took up space And then wondered why I was invisible ********************************************
I claim to want romance, a fellow tall, Moonlit dances, tulips that never fade, Enchanted fairy tales where bodies laid,
Begin by accepting the bare minimum, expectations so small they fit in the palm of your hand. Practice saying it’s fine in the mirror,
insults hit heart deep just a human punching bag asborbing the sting
