it all makes up me

I talk about the past often.
I refuse not to acknowledge all the things
I have been through and experienced.
For without every hurt and every joy,
I would not be the woman
who stands before you today.

Bad Bitch

I drink too much diet soda
the baristas at Starbucks probably know my name
I eat out way more than I should
my credit cards have too much debt
my IRA has too little money
I overthink and overshare
talking to strangers tires me
not enough alone time drains me
my favorite words are fuck and shit
I drive too fast

…and so on.

but also,

my bills are paid on time
I bought a house and made it my home
my boys come first, despite the betrayal
I am loyal, and loving, and forgiving
I have life insurance and a trust
I may have debt, but I have a plan
my family consists of blood and adopted friends

I am not perfect,
but the Goddess in me shines every day.

lying in the dark
your skin pressed against mine
I could spend all night
doing nothing but holding you close
and quietly talking
exploring every inch of your body
yearning to know you better
than anybody else

I could spend all night
doing nothing with you
and it would feel like

so are you

he sees right through to the very depths
of my heart
and my soul

he lifts me up
encourages more
hears what I say
reads what I write
then tells me


I did it for me

I gave you everything
when you should have been the one
to lay it all down for me
I paved the road for your ease
waited for any little sign
I could mistake for change

but I wised up

where did that strength come from?
this new path I created for myself
from your ruins
I never wavered
I never faltered
I persisted on
and on
and on

because it’s the bigger picture
short-term suffering
or long-term suffering

I chose a lifetime of real love

my name

when it slips off your tongue
it shoots lightning through my body
makes my knees go weak
and my heart race

will you say it once more?

poetry helped bring me back
each word breathing life back into my heart
into my soul
from that dark room at midnight
alone with nothing but my hurt
to the bright room at sunrise
together with you bathed in morning light
it helped me heal
it helps me grow
these poems
my salvation