You can tell someone your story, but it doesn’t mean that they have the ability to offer comfort understanding or comprehension. Sometimes it really is best to just keep things private and to yourself. 

Learn how to navigate your own thoughts and emotions without the need for anyone else’s understanding. Most people cannot comprehend the depths of why something moves you to feel the way you do anyway. It’s not their fault and you cannot force perception.

Focus on your own energy but remain kind. Everything will become clear and reveal itself in time, be patient with yourself.

I wanted to scream 

I wanted to cry

I wanted to not to have to grieve you

I wanted you to say that you were sorry

I wanted you to love me.. I was just a child

Instead I watched as life left your body and your eyes grew cold to meet death, .. and as your soul left this earth I held your hand, forgave you and said goodbye.

I don’t want this grief anymore, I don’t want to mourn you. 

MLC 2/18/25 2:37pm

I wonder how many, your eyes seek out to entertain 

This biting ruthless reality, a hemorrhaging painful thought in my brain 

A wish to be the only one that you see

Is often met with laughter for my silly searing naivety 

Blanket

You’re a blanket of compelling mysteries, enveloping my mind.

Strung together with secrets, waiting patiently for me to untie

Your mind an enigma, a riddle, a perplexing design 

And I with a wanton vulgar need to unravel, untangle and deliciously unwind

…craving

Your fingertips grazing gently across my skin

My mind lost in the now and faraway alluring imagery of our darkest sins

Your breath warm and sweetly whispering at my neck

Knowing the tenderness will frame my body with longing and infinite ache

Your gaze so haunting, so desirous and deep 

Reminding me I will beg, and moan, and delightfully weep

Our bodies, our minds, our souls rhythmically swaying 

Your music, your lust, your love I am craving.