http://slow.writerscafe.org/hhvvrrr The original writings of author hhvvrrr en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776015386 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Who am I to own this pain, to know this is 3 years far gone,to feel the rush of pain knowingyou are out there doing the same thingsto different women all of the same breed. I see you still in everything,in the pier by my grandmothers house,in Saturday night alcohol, in every man'.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hhvvrrr/2029344/ How dareyou come backto this home I have made withoutyou in myhead.How do you always shake thebones right out of my whole bodywithout eventouchingme.I remember what it felt like, that dull ache in my stomach, the synopsis of painyou would leave me in.What areyour n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hhvvrrr/2029341/ Home was a paint chipped mouth,all bad wiring, faulty pipes, chewing me up and spitting me out. Felt a lot like crumbling decay, this sweet tooth kind of love. Something that calls for morebut always falls short,always stumbling in the darkness to the bed,always that other girls .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hhvvrrr/1949153/ trauma rolls off my tongue,slips through my fingertips,lands on the table between us.i wrestle with my breath asyou choke down resentment for Feelingi know your heart only hurts when you let itso let & let & let http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hhvvrrr/1879741/ That boy's incisors are made of gold.So are his hands.His tongue is butterscotch sweet, reminds you of home but his feet are made of lead and they somehow always end up in his mouth. If you ask me what I love about him, I would detail out how his teeth turn bear grin when I'm angry,I would.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hhvvrrr/1879739/ I know very few things to be honest anymore. I know that I am somehow too soft and too razor blade steel at the same time. I know that Oklahoma is really Where The Wild Things Are, tornados, for instance, or racists, or the first mirage I ever fell in love with. I know that the most honest thi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hhvvrrr/1879732/ I spend my 1st night into the new year tossing in turning with my pillows.I've spent the last 4 nights sleeping in your bed and I panic when the weight of my love settles in.I worry about the tone of text you sent me before you rested your eyes and I wonder if you really think I'm selfish but I .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hhvvrrr/1879725/ To the girl who got what I wantedI'm sorry you felt like you left empty handed before,I'm sorry that my drowning in a puddle of sweat and waking up every morning feeling like my feet were cinder blocks and this bed was an ocean was not enough of the gift you were looking for,I'm sorry the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hhvvrrr/1852481/ I think this body foreign soil.I think my pelvis bone a Swiss Army Knife I never quite learned to swipe open.I think this mouth a lightening storm without the thunder, a bark without bite, a noose with nothing to kick out from underneath my feet.I think the smell of you between my legs after s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hhvvrrr/1806702/ I only wrote this because I'm very sad and it was therapeutic. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hhvvrrr/1774019/ I got angsty about Mother's Day http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hhvvrrr/1774012/ who am i to beg you to stay? to learn how to let someone love you? you are so used to phantoms that your every communication is a seance. my darling, you have never needed the candles,or the crystal ball,or the smoke and mirrors.this, my love, is the real magic.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hhvvrrr/1772843/                         it is amazing how,                        still, after all this time,                       &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hhvvrrr/1772839/