Poetry is an echo
Poetry is an echo
asking a shadow to dance
It is a human action
Faith is a verb
And your trust
is my adventure
Lose yourself
Lose your heart
Let your soul run free
with me
asking a shadow to dance
It is a human action
Faith is a verb
And your trust
is my adventure
Lose yourself
Lose your heart
Let your soul run free
with me
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“Your trust is my adventure”-?
Hm.
Did you take photos of my body without my knowledge or consent that time you told me not to look at anything, just lie down & close my eyes? I suspect you did. You might’ve used an image of my vulva birthmark to find similar skin tone images on the internet. I think you were/are capable of doing something like that. Did you do that to your wife without her knowledge, too? I suspect you don’t have many interactions with women in which you aren’t always plotting against her to “get the upper hand”. Tell me why I should ever trust you.
Thank you.
Thank you for responding to me, for expressing how you felt or what you thought about what I’ve been dealing with, and for the righteous music selection. Yes, it was spoken in code, but it wasn’t ambiguous. I appreciate all of that.
<3
If I manage to get this Emory job, I’m selling this overpriced condo located in a poisonous Civil War stronghold of the stubborn worst that the right wing has to offer, and moving to Decatur. I’ve noticed that Decatur apparently did a lot better over the years at making sure the working class could afford to buy a decent place to live. Marietta/Cobb has voted down projects and proposals for building affordable housing in the area for so long that there’s almost nothing for people to choose from. Plus their ritual of voting down Marta. They’ve been so mad about a Democratic Black woman heading the BOC, the political backlash has been off the charts, and the Fucking MDJ did an ‘investigative expose series’ (some kid actually rode some buses and complained about his experience doing what poor people do). They drew one commissioner out of her district while she was serving, and redrew voting and school districts because a Democratic female majority was elected. Pretty dark stuff, and I didn’t even mention the teacher firing and book banning. They took Edward Gorey out of the school libraries, FFS- that dear brilliant man got me through public school, may his beautifully strange soul rest peacefully.
Bitch, what the fuck do you want from me, at this point? More devotion? No negative reactions, No speaking, just 24/7 adoration and likes on everything you say? And I get to count on FUCKING ZERO from you in return? At best maybe a few minutes, a few likes, but you never know when, a few insults, a little bullying, oh but also ‘I love you & I’m trying to be a better person’.
Do you have ANY real feelings left in there for me, or is it all just so much resentment and bile that you have now? Go ahead, say I’m the resentful one, I’m the bad one, go ahead.
You REALLY cannot do *any* better than this? Huh?
Any other cute POS skeets you want to try and hit back at me with? Not quite finished tearing me apart for loving you?
ðŸ˜You absolutely *have* to keep being such a shit to me? Why can’t you ever act like you give a damn about me except to get back at me for being something you are not? (To be clear, that’s a bad thing to do) What’s so difficult about not being a creep to me?