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I misspelled our love, and that's where we went...

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Published: Jul 4, 2014

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I always thought I was a sparrow, nesting in tomorrows like the moon would drop from her orbit and gift me firmer ribs. I thought men and love would fall from dimples and roses, but I found out they drop much like you: unceremoniously and jumbled. They break wings… and god, the sound… but I guess they sing as they work, and that’s got to be well-meant.

So I fondled November like it fondled me, caught it early in the middle of snow angels and hayrides so it could feel the unexpected earthquake of ‘molested’. The world strung me from those letters, giving the past not only a face, but a name, as it bent gravity over horizons ‘til I could only see his toes. I puked a watercolor of someone else’s impact, and maybe that’s the worst: not knowing if I’m the one moving, or if you’re still writhing inside me like worms and April rain.

Full title: I misspelled our love, and that's where we went wrong.

If you guys are getting annoyed at these pieces, too, I apologize. Whenever I feel like wallowing in it, or when I feel like memories are bumming me out, I write things like this to gain perspective. Writing the negative out helps me realize all the positive aspects, too! I learned that I can't choose fate, but I can choose happiness--no matter the situation! Slowly, I'm learning that there's good in every person, and there's good in every problem. Without this incident, I don't think I would have realized that. Funny, as I think I've said before, how some of the most important lessons develop from the most unexpected sources. Guess it really just goes to show: everything happens for a reason, and that wow, perspective really is everything. (:
If you ever need to get the negative out, too, please know I have two dedicated ears and one even more passionate heart! I'd love to just hear about the downs in your day so maybe getting it off your shoulders can help you smile, too!