April 13, 2016 by Tiffany A. Robbins
Is There Room For Me?
Do not fear my affection. There are far more drastic things that wound. Like my war and my peace – my power. Consume.
Do not leave me wanting. There’s danger in my need. I can’t use your platitudes – your grief. Useless.
Do not keep me silent. The quiet speaks your truths. Honesty can heal. Grow a blanket – your loudness. Exposed.