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Sunday Morning Poetry She is a year ago. She is the ache in the empty, the first time you changed your mind and the last time you were sorry about it. She is a city sleeping beside you, warm and vast and familiar, streetlights yawning and stretching, and you have never. You have never. You have never loved someone like this. She is your first stomach ache. Your first panic attack and your favorite cold shower. A mountain is moving somewhere inside of you, and her handprints are all over it. Here. Here. Here, you love her. In the fractured morning, full of too tired and too sad, she is the first foot that leaves the bed. She is the fight in you, the winning and the losing battle floating like a shipwreck in your chest. When they ask you what your favorite moment is, You will say Her. You will always say Her. ~Caitlyn Siehl  "Men need to hunt. She obviously understands this. She’s offering herself as prey. Not easy prey. But willing.” |
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10/29/2023 7:46 pm |
You always provide lovely reads. Thank you.
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great poem - she's a powerful writer
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Very nice!
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very nice!
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well written easy to relate to...
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Having experienced the emotions in that poem, all i can say is that's close to nirvana with a partner!! thanks for the post
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thx for the poem! will check out the author!
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This is one of my favorite poems. The author is fantastic. "Men need to hunt. She obviously understands this. She’s offering herself as prey. Not easy prey. But willing.”
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