For me

I  feel guilty for writing poems

for this one and all the other ones

Because everyone I know has tried to give me

alternatives to my life

I never tell them to go fuck their self

I apologize

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I like the freedom that the fear gives me

I’ve been afraid of so much that when I feel it I get nostalgic and the surge of adrenaline pushes me to kill it’s source. That’s why it took me so long to quit.

When a thing settle in and relaxes -that’s when it hurts to get punched in the head

Fear numbs out the pain.  Compassion magnifies it

Sometimes when we make love

I cry after you fall asleep

The beauty and pain in this hard life

sometimes gets jumbled up together and is expressed in the same sigh or breath

Everyone time I’ve cried I’ve said, I’m  sorry

Without compassion for myself

Its time to change, for me

Author: annieepoetry

I am poet. I am woman. I write with my thumbs. Read my poems. Tell me what You think. You may find the love poem you always thought someone wrote for you. Or the one you meant to write But Becareful lovers tell zingers and often break hearts Milky Way Earth U.S.A Madison WI

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