LOVE CHANGED ME
She was a savage, a ing brute.
Unafraid to fight for what she wanted.
Brave enough to go to war,
For what she deserved.
~r.h. Sin
ME WISHING A MOTHERER WOULD
My family is more important than wealth, privilege or gold; it cannot be bought or traded or sold.
My love knows NO law, NO pity, NO fear, it dares all things and crushes down mercilessly and relentlessly ALL that stands in its path.
My love gets messy, mean, sometimes it even draws blood.
It clings and gets MADDENING with repetitive patterns, like horrendously BAD wall-paper in a room the color of, “No one wants to in’ chill here man…”
I argue, I fight, even stop talking to ALL of them at once!
However, at the end of my days, till the last breath I breathe, the love will be here, on these pages; flawless, raw, and faultless. Chosen and impeccable and absolutely, undefeated.
Because love changes people.
Share this:
I am walking through the fog of loss
I’m listening to you but,
I don’t hear you
I’m looking at you but
I can’t see you
I’m here but I’m not
He took a piece of me with him...
When he left
They always do you know…
The dead…
The ones you loved,
The ones who tethered you to this world and
you, them
Grief…
It hurts like a motherer
I will never be normal again
Proud to be a Motherer
Now for all you who took this the wrong way
Your wife is a mother
Are you not proud of her
Technicalities can change a room
One of the men reading this hasnt checked his fly
Wrong it was me
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