And then I loved you
Reached out to you every chance that I got
I learned the spices to please you
In both the bed and the kitchen
And then I shared my food and my music with you
My body at night
But then you left
You were busy
And then I got used to waiting
Got tired of waiting
I started living my life
Hear birds sing
And that wind on my lips was delicious
People smiled at me
Talked to me
Men wanted me
And even though I didn’t want them back
I started living
My heart was beating so hard
And pumping my blood to my vessels
From the lungs breathing spring air
And I lived a full life
Then you wanted to share
But I did not care
I already lived my full life
I could not fit you in anymore
Among butterflies in my stomach
From somebody else’s smile.
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We experimented each day. Lowered the smoke into the deep mine of the chest as though it were a rope with a hook at the end of it to pull the emptiness back out. We partitioned ourselves away to the dark piece by piece, did not remove the emptiness but further became it.
The mind of the addict is cunning enough to convince the body it is not dying.
Addiction is the ethereal art of forgetting that you are still here.
The difference between the addict and one who is drowning is the one who is drowning knows it.
I haven’t fed my skin to a blade for nearly a decade for fear of what I might let out.
What sleeps must one day wake, even when you sneak through your own life like a thief.
I feel ill to even think it, but I have to thank you. Some days your death is all that stands between me and a drink. There were days I went so far as to hold a bottle in my hand, but couldn’t bring myself to swallow because your name was stuck in my throat.
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is the release of all hope for a better past.
Dr. Terry Wahls learned how to properly fuel her body. Using the lessons she learned at the subcellular level, she used diet to cure her MS and get out of her wheelchair.
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