Choose the mess
goodnight
goodnight he whispered at the moon drifting slowly across his sky as if he’d been speaking to her it didn’t matter that she would not hear him as he woke in his day and she faded into her night alone he thought tenderly of her © Gwendolyn Raczkowski, 2017-2022, All Rights Reserved. ⁂ Follow the link below for more #poetry, #prose, and #philosophicalmusings from The Kintsukuroi Life.
nothing left
i spent every ounce of energy and feelingevery hope and dream and prayerkeeping myself together with himtrying to be enough for himthin enoughfit enoughquiet enoughperfect enough excusing every horror he threw at meuntil there was nothing left of me ⁂ ⁂ ⁂ Free verse, the muses Inspired by Promptarium.
emptiness
there's an emptinessin the space between we twothat comforts and kills ⁂ ⁂ ⁂ senru (haiku about a human), the muse Inspired by Promptarium.
the hardest
The most important things are the hardest to say, and I wish people would say them instead of keeping them inside. Your partner is abusive. You only think they aren’t because you learned to think abusive behavior comes from love. I know they said they’re sorry and you believe they meant it, but the impact... Continue Reading →
A banana shaped disaster… part 1
If any of the builders (of Pisa) had only gone back to fix the earlier problem with the foundation, Pisa would not be the 183 feet 3 inches on one side and 185 feet 11 inches on the other side banana shaped, spicy disaster we all know today. But they didn't take the time to do that, they kept smiling at their future hoping it would smile back.
deeply
the distance and time meant nothing to her because she loved him deeply ⁂ ⁂ ⁂ senru, the muse Inspired by somebody I just found because I'm sick in bed and reading. The name is Promptarium.
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