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[pocketfullofpoesies]

.

it's exhausting

to make a point

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~ @pocketfullofpoesies , point proven

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[sedehaven]

Porphyria at Noon

Sunlight spills across my skin --

wax-warm, dandelion's bright smile --

raising blisters, carnelian and shiny.

[sedehaven]

She Had Enough

In a puddle of blood on a floor,

where wind flutters the shirt that you tore

when a screaming steel knife

in the hand of your wife

cut the thread of your life, and then more.

'Neath a table on kitchen's old floor,

where your babes saw their daddy torn

by a gutting sharp knife,

by their mother, your wife --

seeing you loosing your life, nothing more.

[pocketfullofpoesies]

.

if someone turns down

everything you have to offer

with repeated nonsensical

and erroneous excuses...

.

your active choice

not to deal with them,

protect your valuable time,

and maintain

healthy boundaries,

is a reasonable reaction...

.

while they must choose

whether they want to face

personal accountability

and the consequences

of their choices

and actions...

.

now

or later

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~ @pocketfullofpoesies , healthy boundaries might hurt other's...feelings.

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[pocketfullofpoesies]

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the duck

that is not diligent

is a dinner duck

.

~ @pocketfullofpoesies

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[sedehaven]

We Were Roommates

Do you remember holding hands

on an emerald square of carpet,

(the last thing unpacked)

surrounded by cardboard boxes

scrawled with your name and

mine? Waiting for parents to

carry our things and us away,

to walk over the aluminum

threshold of the double doors

that separate high school and

college?

I said we'll still be friends,

and talk every day. You nodded.

Said that it's wasn't fair, two years

wasn't enough, and you'll miss me.

We have phones and email and

ICQ, I said, and you nodded.

You cried on that carpet. I didn't.

I meant every word I said. You didn't.

[pocketfullofpoesies]

.

proximity

is not the same as

presence

.

~ @pocketfullofpoesies

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[pocketfullofpoesies]

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the last thing

i remembered about you

was how every time

i reached out my hand

to find yours,

you pulled away

like i was a stranger

trying to

steal you

.

~ @pocketfullofpoesies

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