Take a Second

When someone reaches out to you, do you know what it sounds like. Do you know what that looks like. What it feels like. What to do…do you do anything. Does it matter.

There are some who don’t speak for the sake of reaping compliments, or forming attachments by handing them out. Ego padding. Simply making their opinions known.

Some speak for commonality. Solidarity. Support. And understanding. Maybe a little hope. Maybe the relief of letting go of a burden. Maybe acknowledgment of being human. Having a voice. Finding someone like themselves. Maybe they speak in order to help others. Continue reading “Take a Second”

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Spaces

It’s okay. To tell someone. Don’t go. It’s okay. To breathe. To whisper. To say Yes. To need. That gentleness. To want that comfort. It’s fair. And it’s okay.

It’s okay. To say. Stay with me. Now. Just stay. To agree. And be together. And be okay. Together. For a while. Quiet. 

To say. Don’t leave. Be here with me…Now. To let your hearts beat for a time without thinking why. Or what next. It’s okay. To ask. To wait for the answer.

For just a little while. Don’t leave. Not yet.

Sam

Ideal

There is a power in physical touch that brings two people together unlike anything else. And holds them there. It doesn’t deceive it’s way into trust. It tells you you’re right where you should be. If you’re there, right now, that is the trust. That is the privacy of thoughts, words, breath and bodies. That is curiosity, acceptance, alleviation, bonding. Intimacy. That is powerful.

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Putting Words to It

I guess I was never quite sure exactly what you were saying to me in those five minutes I was allowed. Or what I was actually being accused of. Most importantly, why you never came to me with it. Why you went behind my back instead of asking anything honestly. Why that was okay. Why you viewed me so far beneath you and talked to me like I was trash. Why you felt you had that right. Why you weren’t willing to answer my questions. All of my Whys. All of my How Could Yous. Why I no longer mattered. Why you were responsible for nothing. But I do know I kept my promise to you. Because I had to. It was a promise I made for some peace. But I kept it. No questions asked.

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The Two Way Split

Not the most romantic thing I’ve done, by far. But it sure beats another kick in the fucking head for now. 

#gettintriplewhipped
#thosesummernights

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