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[sh3lin]

The Burden of Loving as a Writer

A writer always falls in love with every new thing not just with its face, but with the challenge: How can I unveil its beauty in a way no one has before? And when he does not fall in love, even the moon feels pale, even the rose doubts its red. But when he truly gives his heart, when he truly loves he makes you eternal, your laughter pressed into paper, your breath woven into ink. You will not age. You will not vanish. You will live, decade after decade, in the immortality of his words.

[hmmiles]

Heart-heavy Ink by Heather Miles I am a hunter of enamored souls. A seeker of truth, in the rawest of emotions and devilish smiles. I’m drawn closer to the riddled charms of captive hearts. I’m a mirror of their wants and desires. A framed version of dreams unmet. Look closer at the image before you, and you’ll find all that you wanted in me. All that you wanted in you. I’m no mirage. I am smooth flesh and fantastical words used to capture more than your heart and head. I am tempo and tone, soft edges and hard limits. My silence is louder than my words, and just as claiming...just as calming. Dreams hang like lockets around the necks of lovers, burdened with past failures and second chances. Innocence, has no place here. The tide of yearning won’t recede. There’s no hiding in the belly of love. I’ve come to far to sacrifice my truth or settle on coal when it’s diamonds I seek. My manifesto is written in the heart-heavy ink of my past and future. My hunger grows with every promise, every well-played word, and the simplest of smiles. I am no longer the leader, but a follower of hope. I’ll feed you my prose, and devour your desires just to make you whole. There’s no stealing what’s given. It’s all up to you! #poetsofinstagram #poetry #heartheavyink #writersofinsta #wordsthatbreathe #poemsofinstagram https://www.instagram.com/p/Bt1mRARgbQ3/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1w1nz6miz2xy0

[hmmiles]

I glimmer like a diamond in the wake of your sun, warm seduction that sets me aflame with words I can't express, or fear revealing. Your smile is a sequined dress that clings to every curve, to every hope and dream. I'm a thousand tiny mirrors reflecting more than you can see, orbiting around you, lighting up your world in vibrant hues of passion and stripped down honesty. It's heady. I can see it tangling itself around your heart...your head. The cold that once kept me imprisoned in damp earth thaws in your presence. It's life-giving. It's life-taking. It's free will and freedom. It's warm chocolate and sweet nothings whispered in the light and the dark. You're a cathartic breath to withered lungs. A teaching moment when I thought I'd learned all the lessons of love and loss. We're a shared reflection: single and together, both and nothing, something and everything. I'm too scarred and too scared to believe in dreams. My heart is tethered behind fragile ribs, but it's worth seeing if you're willing to stay. I may not always shine, but if you keep pulling sonnets from my silence, I promise I'll sing for you. #heatherunfiltered #authorsofig #poetry #poemsofig #poemsociety #writerslife #wordsthatbreathe

[hmmiles]

Believer. The crossroads of life are crooked and bent, rough and smooth. It's my navigation that's off. I no longer linger in my past, and can't see the future before me. I'm measured in my steps. Is it one step forward and two back, or a full run into nothingness and everything all at once? I didn't really believe. I just couldn't see it. I saw the world as an oyster to claim and me it's pearl. But I'm dulled by life, by love, and by false friendships. Let me not cast stones, but collect them for the weary few who forgot their worth, just as I did. I can't part seas. I see no burning bush, but I'm still one of the chosen . I don't need to shine for you. You need to shine for me. My smile won't falter either way. You can't have my tears, they're for me. They replenish and renew, rebuild and steel my soul and spirit. I'm more than you see. I'm a vow. I'm a plea. I'm a sacrifice. I'm you. I'm me. ~ Heather Miles • 2017 #heatherunfiltered #poetsofinstagram #poetrycommunity #poems #poetry #poemstagram #prose #wordsmith #wordsthatbreathe #writersofinstagram #writerscommunity #authorsofig #shinebrighter #lovemore #livemore #bemore 🖤 (at Another Broken Egg Cafe)

[hmmiles]

A Simple Step The path that calls my name is carved in dreams and doubts, a weary shadow that dances before me, taunting me to choose. But darkness calls me back to the silence, back to one. It's a canopy of my fears that crests the divide, making it impossible to cross, impossible to imagine, impossible to dare. Is it the beginning or ending I can't handle. It's a tangible parade before me - silent and loud. A powerful force that lays in wait. I'm fire and water, air and earth. I'm reservation and way too much for the wanton few. Open arms wait to seize me, wait to savor and claim me. Both love and loss, scissor the flesh that yearns to believe there a chance at something bigger, more than the eye can see. It's a simple step, but it's so hard to take. I'm not tethered to my past, but it follows me. It's an old friend that casts ghosts, whispers and waits, feeds my soul tales and tears. It's a simple step, but It's so hard to take. I'm a partial truth. A story unfolding in a mirage of light. Call my name, lure me with charming words and perfect prose. Tell me what you want. Make me understand. Steal my breath and make me whole again. It's a simple step, but I'll take it. Moving isn't hard...it's believing. ~ Heather Miles •2017 #heatherunfiltered #poetsofinstagram #poetrycommunity #poemsofig #writersofinstagram #prose #wordsthatbreathe #asimplestep #author #writer #dreamer #believer #poems (at Northshore Of Lake Caroline)