I wish I could have told her 💭

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Love yourself, damnit!

Operation Change Myself and Move Along bykristyn.com/f/operation-ch… via krm

I think I ruin every holiday... bykristyn.com/f/i-think-i-ru… via krm

Cold feet

I felt a Funeral, in my Brain,

Your Sunday morning poem by Mary Oliver, "Prayer"

Tonight's poetry thread: LOVE Here's a killer by Anne Carson. Feel free to add poems.

Sylvia Plath

A poem is something that can’t otherwise be said addressed to someone who can’t otherwise hear it. —Craig Morgan Teicher, from We Begin in Gladness

I am an island Great for short stays But too far off to make a forever home

dreamt this

I wonder if you talked about me, as you went home, or thought of me when the moon rose

And you wish to be a poet; and you wish to be a lover. But the splendid clarity of your intelligence, and the remorseless honesty of your intellect bring you to a halt. You indulge in no mystifications.