I was waiting on you
But you never came through
And I was not surprised
Because I knew
You never really cared
About meeting my needs
At all
Tag: emotional
An Acquired Taste
The love for chocolate chip has sadly tipped from desire to discernment. Alas, the intolerance for the stale, the safe, and the over familiar, birth the evolution of taste.
A new register for aliveness has alerted your nervous system. Now you can’t go back to that old sweetness, without it tasting dead.
Collective Being
Patterns that habitually rearrange and reemerge without authorship. Sometimes it seemmore like force and coercion.
With a sense ok
Spiral Safely
Round and round we spin.
So yes.
If we spiral
We do it beautifully
On purpose
And we land on our feet.
This is not collapse.
It is a controlled rotation.
You Win
Too much relational gravity can feel like surveillance, even when it’s care.
Remember that. ❤️
the Purgatory of a Broken Heart 