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I flung myself on the couch and began the dramatics of a good cry

But before I could heave through a few good tears I saw it

The white tail flicking around the couch

Like a periscope

Assessing the situation and how volatile it may be

But still the inspector came closer and closer

Until the soft blanket of fur graced my hand hanging off the couch

Soon the little face with concerned golden eyes was in my palm

Demanding my attention and ripping me from whatever grief that now felt insignificant

This furry white creature is all that mattered now

I tried to coax her into my hands

To jump up on the couch with me

And as if out of pity she did

The purring better than hitting a jackpot in a casino

And for those twenty minutes she cuddled me and my tears melted away.

How powerful a cat’s touch can be

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I’m blinking rapidly to keep the tears back but it’s not working this time.

I have to do a full stop.

Breathe. Catch my breath.

I turn back to face the crowd; strong, beautiful confident.

Unbothered by the sea of emotional on display before me.

I tell the tears to wait. Wait until I’m alone in the car or sitting on the toilet at home.

To wait until I’m out of the spotlight

And my tears can wash away the mask I have on.

Each streak of mascara revealing how I really feel inside.

I slowly transform back into myself. At least for the night.

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My sister always tell me I’m talking too loud

But after a lifetime of trying to make people listen

A raised voice is second nature

But even then the words don’t sink in

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Roots are a good thing

They mean stability and a home

Then why do my roots feel like they’re trapping deeper into the ground when all I want to do is stretch my wings and fly far far away

#thecenteriftheuniverse trapped spilledink

The rain sprinkles on my head as the clouds turn a deeper shade of grey

Most would hate this weather

But for me it takes me back to that time

Walking to town with you in the rain

You Guiding me the wrong way across the street

My hand in yours and your curls falling in your eyes

And me falling more in love with you every rain drop

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I went too far into forbidden territory

The land of made up perfect dreams

And fantasies about what we could be

Knowing no one comes out alive from that place

But I still went anyway. Thinking Omg maybe this trip would be different

Now I feel myself slipping away and giving in to the dreams

Letting them slowly tear me apart ask stars at the other side

Knowing that’s where I should have stayed

#photography #newmexico #albuquerque #photooftheday #spilled ink #poetry #writing #spilled emotions #sad #emptycore

“We’ll it’s not like you have a choice,” I said

“You always have a choice babe,” he said

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My life is chipped like an old porcelain sink.

Years of neglect made me blind to the damage being doing.

But I tried clean the stains and pieces came crumbling down to clog the drain.

Those pieces finally making me see everything I had been unintentionally avoiding.

And now I see how ruined the sink is, but I rent so there’s nothing I can do about it.

#personal nonsense #rambling #spilled ink #spilled emotions #writing #sad aesthetic

It’s so comical how humans always try to hide our humanity.

Imperfect beings projecting false perfection.

We’re silly little animals who make rules for ourselves. And we’re miserable for it.

When all you can be is human, you’ll never be happy trying to so hard to be something you’re not.

#latenightthoughts #spilled emotions #spilled journal #spilled ink #poetry #photography

Real life sucks right now so I’m going to

Read

perfeqt

“Eventually soulmates meet, for they have the same hiding place.”

— Unknown

Been thinking about this a lot lately…three years later I needed a reminder for myself.

Falling in love feels like painting a mural.

You’re afraid to make a mark on the canvas because it feels so permanent.

Scared you’re making the wrong choice, but the only way to know is to see it through.

And then you take a step back and critic your work.

But I guess if things don’t work out, you can paint over and try again until you’re happy.

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My heart woke me up too early.

Pounding so hard it pulled me from my nightmares.

I look like hell.

Last night’s glitter still on my face.

And last night’s tears still welling up in my eyes.

And the sinking sadness of reliving again the pain of realizing too late that I’m just a time burner until they find someone to marry.

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I’m walking with a ghost.

Walking down the streets we spent so much time on.

Every step I take is a different memory of you.

The joy I used to feel in these places hasn’t been felt in years and to be back feels like I’m walking under water.

The ghost of you haunts me as I try to enjoy my day, but I turn the corner and think I see you.

Dread seeps up from my toes all the way to my head.

Drowning in your memory.

I squint my eyes in disgust and turn down a road you haven’t ruined.

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You are the Hunter and I am the hunted.

I walked into your trap and willingly let you capture me.

For you it was a game.

I didn’t think you were as dangerous as you were.

But now I’m trapped by you and I don’t know how I will escape.

I’m stuck in your cage while you’ve gone South for the winter.

#spilled ink #poetry #latenightthoughts

There’s so many kinds of tired.

Sprinting to a finish line when you have no gas left.

Heavy eyes after a long night out.

And the full body exhaustion of a big heaving cry.

The kind that shakes your shoulders and leaves you with a headache.

The tired that washes over you is made from the waves of your years that you shed.

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