I tear out pieces of my heart.
Leave them like bread crumbs.
They will show you the way back.
at least one person
feels like you.
We don’t know how to fill those spaces.
and lack-thereof it.
and perfect strangers.
only allow us to see the things we consider failings.
No indication how to change
or even name them.
When you can’t find the word
for what you need
not getting it becomes an inevitability.
I have loved
lost their peripheral vision entirely.
Honed in on the emptiness.
to know how to ask for something.
Four gun shots,
a bottle of pills,
rope tied tight to a garage rafter,
and a gas barbecue in the back of a van.
He stared across the room at me.
“The important thing to remember is that
that decision didn’t get them there, either.
It was as ineffective
as the tools they once relied on
in getting their needs met.”
So I leave pieces of my heart
strewn across blog posts,
To remind you
And our ferocity
has no limits.
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thank you for reminding me that my ferocity IS limitless
Thank you, Grace. It is. It really is.
This made my heart skip a beat.
Love love love.
Thank you <3, needed and appreciated.
Thank you! ❤