Poetry (words)

Trespassing 

Every word feels like a breach sometimes, like places I’m not supposed to be. Yet all of these places I know. Like a map in my heart that’s never been drawn. I have delicate spaces to describe so eloquently…so why do I not? Why do I stop? Fear or reprisal? I’m so well equipped to just let them go. This is not a torrent of destruction this is my ebb, my flow. This is how tenderness feels.

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