Used to be

we sit side by side crisscross applesauce at the back of the room

i used to be a romantic she says as the smoke curls around her head

dead hearted

hollow chested

echoing words

listening quietly i try not to swat at the smoke

understanding that this feeling that she is feeling just needs time and healing

i join her in her darkness with my tiny light

hold my hand i say

don’t start that goofy holistic shit says my dead hearted friend

this makes me laugh and she half smiles

hand still outstretched

she takes it

tears stream down her face as she ashes into the potted plants

holding hands we sit side by side crisscross applesauce at the back of the room

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Ain’t No Makeups

The glass splintered in a symphony of bells

Beautiful Breakups

Never to be put back together

One shot is all you’ve got

No turning back the clock

Shards of yesterday rest on the floor of forever in the present moment

No use crying over… spilled anything really

Amongst the shattered glass sparkling like diamonds lay your lessons learned your blesssings earned

Cash those blessings in for something more resilient next time

Beautiful Breakups

No use in making up

Sometimes our lives need shaking up

Beautiful Breakups