2022, By the roaring waves!

Sanctuary

You are my place. My safe haven, the only home to all of my poetry.

You are the mystical embrace. You are my dark man’s space.

I have become so much more in the years. So much more than a girl who loves to write in her diaries.

I make diaries now.

It’s not weird, it’s classic. This is where the mind whirls and we only end up with cliches.

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2022, By the roaring waves!, Poems and poetry

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Yikes. You walk all the way from the mountains to the village to the city to your own bed where he says he fucks you hard
and then a therapist and a coffee café and another guy and some French and some toast and a shard

And then you come back to the room to the bed your parents got for you and a can of milk, a laptop brand new and you say
You cannot write?

What else do you want! — a life?

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