Why does this feel so normal, the simple honey that falls off our lips.
Intertwining into pages, caressing the welcome back.
This shouldn't feel so normal, my thorns poke holes and tear what's needed, yet...they tighten less and less with every drip and I, am reminded. That even I deserve some kindness. Even with the things I have done.
I finally feel my thorns falling and my leaves flourishing
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Words Best Left Unsaid
PoetryLet's be honest. Some words are better left unsaid, these..these are my words that shouldn't have been said. Some of these I know are not perfect, but they are mine. My thoughts and pain I have been though, I will not apologize for speaking my truth...
