I can’t lift my head from the pillow today

Wow! That’s about as true as it gets. Great write.

down2dirt

Thanks!

Dear B,

How well and sadly I know this pain. You’ve organized the soul crushing feelings into this work of art. It’s an interesting, and for me, often times frustrating human trait when emotions keep cycling and recycling the mind. Especially when I just want to keep moving forward. Such a great piece to help validate these feelings a lot of us have to keep repressed. H🌷

Thank you. I’ve spent three solid weeks journaling, and I’ve filled up a notebook with purging. Most of the pain and sentimentality went on those tear stained pages. And stayed there.  

I actually left my home with a single bag and I’ve been living on the futon in my friend’s office these last 20 days.  

It takes three weeks to break a habit.  

Today is day 21.

I curled in on myself like a roly-poly to get over a fuck boy, and barfed my guts up in private.

But I loaded about a dozen pieces last night  because when I went back and read it all, there were some moments I liked as art.  My breakup album, if you will.  

Thank you my sweet little bombshell. You are such an incredible human. Thank you for your compassion and intellect.

I'd never tell
You tell me a secret and it goes in the lock box ..

BIG POIGNANT

I know. You are as solid and loyal as I am.

I think that’s why we get hurt.

Loyalty isn’t rewarded, it’s weaponized.

But you? You always make my day better and that’s a big The Fuck.

Agree on all

Thx

🙂🙃

The way you capture moments and emotions are palpable. There's a little bit of us in all of you apparently, as everything you write seems relatable to most who read you. There are many hurts, but betrayal is among the worst - especially when you trusted them with everything.

The 9th Circle of Dante’s Hell is for treason and betrayal. It’s cold. Ice. Makes sense. Nothing can stay alive, not hope, not concern, not care.

Thank you. We all have the same set of emotions, I’m just super dramatic — in real life too. Had I been an antebellum Belle I would have swooned and slapped people all of the time.  

I appreciate you. Thank you for sharing my moments with me.

It's interesting how an old pain can sneak into the mind & nag our asses off until it has its say. Nothing to do but cede the pen & let it spread its ink

Man, I have ceded the shit outta some shit. I have blue marks on the meaty part of my palm from ceding until my hand cramped

Hey. Thank you. I mean it.

Having the rug pulled out from underneath you when you've given your all is so unforgivable.
It's one of those lessons we never forget - because it shifts our outlook on everything.
Our judgement - our time - our heart. It makes us feel unsteady.
But we eventually learn to be trapeze artists to regain our balance.
We learn - we adjust - and we become art:)

You are wonderful:)
Loved this write

Omg, you beautiful creature!

“But we eventually learn to be trapeze artists to regain our balance”

That’s better than the damn poem! You just walk and make art!

Thank you my sweet friend. I appreciate your sippprt so much. I really do.

I really felt you in this poem. I tried to listen in the past tense to capture this from that perspective. Glad it's an old pain.

Thank you Thor.

Yeah, the next few round are just .. old stuff that needs to be released to the ether.

Your words were doused with pain.
Felt sharply.
Very much hoping it's an old pain.

Thank you my lovely friend. I appreciate you!

It is. Hurt like fuck at the time, now it’s just a dull twinge, like a yellow bruise, or an old surgery scar.

Pillow talk keeps coming to mind with this. The betrayal of moments shared in intimate settings. That's the kind of pain that uses a jackhammer

I love that image so much.

“That's the kind of pain that uses a jackhammer“

Holy shit that’s an amazing phrase.  

Those intimate non-moments. The little whispers and giggles and daily bullshit and dreamt nights tracing stars on the ceiling. Yeah. That’s the shit that’s secret in a life, and… when it’s not, it’s indescribable.