I thought I could reign it in and unify all of it, write to you, and be able to say, “Yes, it’s you.” It’s always you, isn’t it? And yet…it never is. But the French had it right… Read More
You’re in pain. Not because I changed Not because I walked away but because you had to face the demons crawling out of your grave Incepting their way into your unrefined space of a place. ~M.G.~
First attempt at spoken word poetry…enjoy!
We are only ever incarcerated by what we perceive to be “need”. This is why loving you, darling, is my liberation. My liberty. I’m free, you’re free, and amidst all this freedom, I choose you. MG