Moochie’s Meandering Missives (and a pic or two)

This is me.
No bells and whistles,
Or extras,
Just a lover
In pieces
Held together with knowledge.

This is me.
No fake and airbrushed lines,
Or tight abs,
Just a mother
Trying not to cry
In front of her child.

This is me.
No hiding the imperfections,
Or obvious flaws,
Just a little girl
Inside herself
Begging to be held.

This is me.
No running from reality,
Or quickening this,
Just someone who needs
More than anything
To be heard.

This is me.
Not begging for answers,
Or covering the pain,
Just a soul
Who wants to weep
For our loss.

This is me.
Not asking for,
Or pining for anything
From anyone,
Just a person
Needing to feel the weight
Before I can think about moving on.

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This is you. 🌹
 
This is me.
No bells and whistles,
Or extras,
Just a lover
In pieces
Held together with knowledge.

This is me.
No fake and airbrushed lines,
Or tight abs,
Just a mother
Trying not to cry
In front of her child.

This is me.
No hiding the imperfections,
Or obvious flaws,
Just a little girl
Inside herself
Begging to be held.

This is me.
No running from reality,
Or quickening this,
Just someone who needs
More than anything
To be heard.

This is me.
Not begging for answers,
Or covering the pain,
Just a soul
Who wants to weep
For our loss.

This is me.
Not asking for,
Or pining for anything
From anyone,
Just a person
Needing to feel the weight
Before I can think about moving on.

attachment.php

:heart: :heart: :heart:
(this is beautiful Moochie!)
 
This is me.
No bells and whistles,
Or extras,
Just a lover
In pieces
Held together with knowledge.

This is me.
No fake and airbrushed lines,
Or tight abs,
Just a mother
Trying not to cry
In front of her child.

This is me.
No hiding the imperfections,
Or obvious flaws,
Just a little girl
Inside herself
Begging to be held.

This is me.
No running from reality,
Or quickening this,
Just someone who needs
More than anything
To be heard.

This is me.
Not begging for answers,
Or covering the pain,
Just a soul
Who wants to weep
For our loss.

This is me.
Not asking for,
Or pining for anything
From anyone,
Just a person
Needing to feel the weight
Before I can think about moving on.

attachment.php

:) Thanks for checking in.
 
I spent a browser page
Looking up the 5 stages of grief.
Of loss.
Because this is,
A loss of something - a big piece of something...
Even if I can hold the memory of it forever,
I will never be the same again.

It’s still unclear how I’ll ever make it through,
As each stage I read
Makes it more like I’m sinking
Into a night sky without stars.

I’m empty inside.
See to the bottom of me,
Slosh around the last drops
Of what I used to be,
A lighter time in sound,
Too shadowed now to tell
Through the deep,
If any vibrancy still exists.

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Beautiful shot !!
 
This is me.
No bells and whistles,
Or extras,
Just a lover
In pieces
Held together with knowledge.

This is me.
No fake and airbrushed lines,
Or tight abs,
Just a mother
Trying not to cry
In front of her child.

This is me.
No hiding the imperfections,
Or obvious flaws,
Just a little girl
Inside herself
Begging to be held.

This is me.
No running from reality,
Or quickening this,
Just someone who needs
More than anything
To be heard.

This is me.
Not begging for answers,
Or covering the pain,
Just a soul
Who wants to weep
For our loss.

This is me.
Not asking for,
Or pining for anything
From anyone,
Just a person
Needing to feel the weight
Before I can think about moving on.

https://forum.literotica.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=2105054&stc=1&d=1601065251

I feel for you. Wishing I could help you more.:kiss:
 
The way my body bends,
Your arm my lumbar support,
Bringing us closer,
Deeper,
As the sounds from tossed lips
Tears the world out of focus.

Soft teeth against breast flesh
As the moans move with us,
Becoming the music
Of our lives,
Our love,
Never fading
Even after everything.
 
The way my body bends,
Your arm my lumbar support,
Bringing us closer,
Deeper,
As the sounds from tossed lips
Tears the world out of focus.

Soft teeth against breast flesh
As the moans move with us,
Becoming the music
Of our lives,
Our love,
Never fading
Even after everything.

And this is why I’ve always felt that the experience of love this deep is always worth it. Even in the aftermath, it can still taste sweet.
 
And this is why I’ve always felt that the experience of love this deep is always worth it. Even in the aftermath, it can still taste sweet.

There aren’t words for how much,
How deep
I will always care for him.

These have been some of the best days of my life,
Even through so much global and personal tragedy,
I will always look back on these last couple of years
As some of the best,
Because of what we were able to share,
Be together.

I mourn for the loss
Of future together
More than anything.

There is a list now
That will never be completed.
 
There aren’t words for how much,
How deep
I will always care for him.

These have been some of the best days of my life,
Even through so much global and personal tragedy,
I will always look back on these last couple of years
As some of the best,
Because of what we were able to share,
Be together.

I mourn for the loss
Of future together
More than anything.

There is a list now
That will never be completed.

Indeed.
 
I spent a browser page
Looking up the 5 stages of grief.
Of loss.
Because this is,
A loss of something - a big piece of something...
Even if I can hold the memory of it forever,
I will never be the same again.

It’s still unclear how I’ll ever make it through,
As each stage I read
Makes it more like I’m sinking
Into a night sky without stars.

I’m empty inside.
See to the bottom of me,
Slosh around the last drops
Of what I used to be,
A lighter time in sound,
Too shadowed now to tell
Through the deep,
If any vibrancy still exists.

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So incredibly sensitive and sensual.
 
There aren’t words for how much,
How deep
I will always care for him.

These have been some of the best days of my life,
Even through so much global and personal tragedy,
I will always look back on these last couple of years
As some of the best,
Because of what we were able to share,
Be together.

I mourn for the loss
Of future together
More than anything.

There is a list now
That will never be completed.

How very true.
You can never forget the past times, just try not to dwell on what that future may have been.
 
A walk by the water

I feel the waves of emotions
Crash over me
Like the rocks
On the shore,
Pummeled by ocean waves.

Loss
Shock
Sadness
Worry
Anxiety
Understanding
Depression
Love
Anger
Grief
Fear
Calm...
Over and over.

New layers
Adding
Complexity to the already
Overwhelming thoughts,
Piling on
Until the weight
Is unbearable.

There’s still this want
To simply wrap myself
In a simple moment,
A hodgepodge in front of you;
A kiss,
This sweater,
Your touch that first time,
And no end in sight.

Image removed on 3/20/22
 
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I feel the waves of emotions
Crash over me
Like the rocks
On the shore,
Pummeled by ocean waves.

Loss
Shock
Sadness
Worry
Anxiety
Understanding
Depression
Love
Anger
Grief
Fear
Calm...
Over and over.

New layers
Adding
Complexity to the already
Overwhelming thoughts,
Piling on
Until the weight
Is unbearable.

There’s still this want
To simply wrap myself
In a simple moment,
A hodgepodge in front of you;
A kiss,
This sweater,
Your touch that first time,
And no end in sight.

attachment.php

I hate to comment on the beauty of this picture when the words behind it hold so much pain, but it is gorgeous, Moochie. Even as the words are haunting.
 
I feel the waves of emotions
Crash over me
Like the rocks
On the shore,
Pummeled by ocean waves.

Loss
Shock
Sadness
Worry
Anxiety
Understanding
Depression
Love
Anger
Grief
Fear
Calm...
Over and over.

New layers
Adding
Complexity to the already
Overwhelming thoughts,
Piling on
Until the weight
Is unbearable.

There’s still this want
To simply wrap myself
In a simple moment,
A hodgepodge in front of you;
A kiss,
This sweater,
Your touch that first time,
And no end in sight.

https://forum.literotica.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=2105200&stc=1&d=1601245636

Just waiting for the tide to turn and the crashing waves to recede.
 
I hate to comment on the beauty of this picture when the words behind it hold so much pain, but it is gorgeous, Moochie. Even as the words are haunting.

Thank you, Sage. 🌷

Way to capture emotion

Way to be my friend



Just wanted to give you a hug 😟

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Just waiting for the tide to turn and the crashing waves to recede.

I know they will slow some day. Patience has never been my strong suit, though.
 
I feel the waves of emotions
Crash over me
Like the rocks
On the shore,
Pummeled by ocean waves.

Loss
Shock
Sadness
Worry
Anxiety
Understanding
Depression
Love
Anger
Grief
Fear
Calm...
Over and over.

New layers
Adding
Complexity to the already
Overwhelming thoughts,
Piling on
Until the weight
Is unbearable.

There’s still this want
To simply wrap myself
In a simple moment,
A hodgepodge in front of you;
A kiss,
This sweater,
Your touch that first time,
And no end in sight.

attachment.php


I’ve been reading through your recent posts and would have commented before but I’m not good with words myself and usually end up putting my foot in it.

I can only speak from personal experience of grief and loss and I know how hard it can be, I also know how hard it can be looking in from the outside and not being able to find the right words of comfort when all you really want to do is offer the person who has lost or is grieving an open blanket hug that can make things better or the opportunity to let it all out.

I know it isn’t much comfort but you have people here who genuinely care about you.

It pains me to see you hurting like this. As I said I can offer no words that can make this right 😢😢:heart:
 
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