Prose
The One and the Other
"I'm sorry for what I did and I still love you!" said the one. "How do I stop loving you?" "You don’t have to stop loving," said the other. "Stop expecting others to give you what you want in the mournful moment. Move on in Peace. Love exists independent of human interaction. When you learn that, you will find that the spark reignites, and the interaction, insofar as it is necessary, is neither burden nor blessing, but just one more signpost on our way to an inevitable resolution at the end of time."
By C. Rommial Butler9 months ago in Poets
𝓜𝔂 𝓛𝓲𝓯𝓮 𝓘𝓼 𝓐 𝓑𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝓣𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓘 𝓐𝓶 𝓦𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰
I have had a tattoo since I was seventeen. I shouldn't have been allowed to get it, but I knew the wrong people. Sometimes people would ask me about it, but none ever got close enough to find out what it said, and if they asked, I said it was personal, but everyone could have this tattooed on them, and it would always be true.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 9 months ago in Poets
