I choose emotionally unavailable men because I require a significant amount of solitude. But instead I should find an emotionally available man who also needs a significant amount of solitude. It looks so simple in writing.
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Where Am I
I’ve reached a place in my life where I’m more full, more myself, and more humble than I’ve ever been. I feel so me. The self that loved with no expectations. The girl before her first heartbreak. It’s as if I’m getting a second chance at life and love and following my dreams. Life isn’tContinue reading “Where Am I”
Pancake Life
The days blend together like pancake mix There’s lumps of sleep here and there But in the end I think my life would be tasty Topped with syrup -Saschia
Meet Me
The weight of the world Rests under the tips of my toes It meets each step As if it knows Just where I need to go -Sasch
This Bit@#
I found the one I wanted We had a couple fucks I might have fucked up in my choices But here I am Still writing poetry And peeing on toilet seats (Don’t worry I cleaned it up) -Saschia
I Choose Captain
I am my own vessel At all times I am capable of navigating the open ocean I can be the captain And face the storm Or I can let someone else Lead my vessel That choice is always Mine -Sasch
Out in the Open
Hiding in peace No, not hiding Just put away in no special order Head on her shoulders Hips below her waist But her mind it’s in the books And late night conversations It’s searching out in the open While everything else Is not hiding No, not hiding Just put away in no special order -Saschia
Nothing but Human
Walls cluttered with the sex I hid myself in Heart so full I forgot about myself Mind so conflicted nothing mattered I kicked the pedestal and let myself get lost in immorality The mortal in me forgotten Until I fell face first by the hands of men I never trusted That’s when I lost respectContinue reading “Nothing but Human”
Wall Art
It always matters it’s always a big deal hearts souls sex chance encounters those skipped heartbeats grasp em collect them hang em on the wall as reminders of the times you’ve once lived -Sasch
Safe
Tucked under my blankets The doors are locked The kids have kissed foreheads And warm toesies Safe from the cold damp night -Saschia
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