Tag: healing
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Do I Love Me, Do I Love Me Not?
Tonight, I had to talk myself out of my car and into this restaurant I’m currently sitting in. It still takes some inner pep talking to muster up the courage to get out and do things by myself. But any opportunity to become very familiar with who I am I’ll take it. I have a…
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Poem:Old Fashioned Cure
All I can do is stare blankly to the seat across from me, the empty seat. The restaurant is packed and I’m sitting here with myself and this drink. Often, I picture you here and wonder what you’d say when I order my old fashioned. Would you think I’m sophisticated or would you think I’m…
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The Dating Pool is Shallow
Gosh, where do I even begin? I’ve had a few people ask me why I haven’t really touched on the topic of dating. And the truth of the matter is because for a long time I hadn’t really felt ready. Unfortunately, I had to work on fixing things I didn’t break. I quickly grabbed my…
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Poem:Reckless Driver
I look over to admire you from the driver seat as you shifted gears, the windows rolled down while I watched your hair blow wildly in the wind. I laughed with reckless abandon as we quickly hit over 100 mph on the highway and it felt like time stopped. I took a snapshot in my…
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The Tunnel Seems Dark But You Have A Lighter
One of my really close friends is going through the same thing I went through nine months ago. I wouldn’t say I’m an expert in the art of being discarded but I can empathize with the feelings that comes with it. It’s unfortunate that it’s easier for the one doing the leaving rather than the…
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Poem: Our Love Was Lukewarm
I stop dead in my tracks, there he was sitting at a table, as I open the door to the small cafe. My breath stolen, like a semi-truck right to the chest. It’s felt like a lifetime since we’ve been in the same room, breathing the same air. The very air he’s stolen from me…
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Fall In Love With All The Broken Pieces
As I walk on the beach, I notice love alI the around me and I get to thinking but then again, when am I not? I think about, in the span of seven short months, how different life has become for me. And in that time, I think about how I lost a piece of…
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Poem: Confessions In The Dark
It’s the night time, the streets lights are peeking through the blinds and the room is quiet. Yet, my thoughts are deafening. I’m in the bedroom lying awake, pillow soaked as a byproduct of my endless tears and all I can focus on is the you shaped space next to me. But it’s just an…
The Ramblings of the Hopeful Overthinker 