Your imagery is so beautiful about a subject that is so sad. Regrets for a love interest that was so clearly wrong for you adds a depth that rips the heart. "Texts I never sent" leaves things open to interpretation was it regrets that you never voiced how you felt and thoughts that those words might have somehow changed their behaviour or regrets that you never had the strength to say out loud how their behaviour was destroying you. Sometimes words gagged by fear can be cause an injury almost as destructive as receiving the physical damage. A thought provoking piece. Sending you warm hugs. Milly x
Your work is always nostalgic to me and brimming with emotions that are often hidden or held back for fear of what may result in sharing that, if that makes sense. You bear your soul here and there's that hint of never knowing, of having someone who holds this depth but also regret or a darker side. I'm trying to figure out if "written on my skin in the ink of bruises" is more metaphorical, self-inflicted or this person's presence left a traumatic mark?
I could never tire of reading your poetry and I'm glad to see this nominated.
Such a heartfelt piece and one which did bring back some memories. Sometimes these memories are still the subject I write about. I guess it's because love never expressed or pursued because of more important reasons is really true.