I LIED
When it just feels good to say it anyway...
All I want is to speak to you. All I want is to hear your voice. All I want is to keep you safe and free. Since I cannot speak to you, Since I cannot hear your voice, Since I cannot keep you safe and free, I can only write these mortal, furtive words…. I hope someday we may speak. I hope someday we may hear again the voice that was ours. I hope someday we may be safe and free. I lied…. I want to hold you.

really beautiful 🤍 so quiet, yet aching
The pain in your poems is real. Born of real life stuff. Suffering. But what a catharsis to be able to write from this place instead of it eating you alive. Thank you for posting this. Your stuff is powerful, Kelly.