sdr poetry

I’ve discovered loving is difficult whether it be self-love or any other love - s.d.r

you tell me, “I love you.” but, do you? do you really? that is the curse of a broken, battered heart - s.d.r

thinking about you kills the cells of sanity of this sound thinking mind - s.d.r

he is the kind of air that as you breathe in its chill you feel so alive - s.d.r

there is frustration in wanting you in things I crave concerning you this frustration marries helplessness and births the twins: self pity and self loathing there is something wrong if the wanting of you leads to the hating of me - s.d.r

your love was a mirage cast in the heat of this desert I had been walking through - s.d.r

I don’t think about you anymore it’s hard sleeping with a tomorrow you’ll never wake to - s.d.r

you are that hidden dream I’ve held onto the one I knew that was far beyond my reach and still, after all these years, you twinkle brightly in my heart - s.d.r

emotional neglect is a red line just like cheating just like lying just like physical abuse just like emotional abuse we just forget to acknowledge it - s.d.r

why do you deny yourself healing when you are eager to heal others? - s.d.r

it doesn’t matter how hard you love how deep its oceans are how healthy its soil may be it won’t bring them back it won’t make them love you again - s.d.r

this body is not some revolving door that welcomes anyone if I shut this door and you have a problem then so be it my shrine,my rules - s.d.r

I’ll always miss myself first before I ever miss you - s.d.r

you knew she was the one when you wanted to make a home in her someday - s.d.r

I’ll never forget the song the rain had played on your skin - s.d.r

I’m not the girl who will willingly be stuffed into the box of your choosing there is no box, cage or jail that could house the wild that is me - s.d.r

I was a mere lonely word trapped in a dictionary but she, she was a book of lost tales and magical creatures of broken hearts and heartache of chapped lips and sultry smiles I could ever hope to be one of the words used to paint her stories - s.d.r