tides

my sweet beast

I loved you more

than my dry mouth would ever dare say

 

as the tides changed

I left

leaving you all the time in the world

to sweep the ashes of our spring

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codependency

And the prize goes to the woman

So afraid of being “girl”

That she shut her eye and waited

For life to come to her

Charge forward

Free of shackles

And others’ doorways

Charge forward

In your own track &

Mudprints

Charge forward

Through windows &

Broken radiators

Carve forward a

History without

“His & hers” footnotes