you think i can't speak your easy words too. i can tell you i love you when i really don't mean it and i can make you believe it. i know you to lie and bat my eyes and charm one into submission. i can't soothe. i can cry on cue to get sympathy and steal a lover or two. i know how to please. i know how to work around and go through loopholes. i know how to tease. grab you by your belt and kiss you until your lips bleed, but i don't want to. those words you speak bring nothing by heartbreak and ruin. they do no calm seas and carry along a gentle breeze. they will kill hopes and dreams and tear hearts apart by the seams. i can speak your easy words and once upon a time i would do so with ease, but i want more for myself. for the things i speak. i want my words not to be a spring breeze, but a blizzard in belize. to carry weight and make all those who hear freeze. listen to me darling. listen to me please. listen to the words i say with a heaviness inside of me: you are so beautiful and so loved. don't ever let anyone tell you otherwise.
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honey, i'm healing | poetry and prose
Poetry"so, tear and be torn my darling, let the sun see your bones. i promise when you are done you will be anew and beautiful and loved." From the author of "The Diary of Hungry Girls" comes this seven part prelude. Honey, I'm Healing is Haig Moses's col...
