The tender unraveling of connection—divorce, boundaries, and memory.
Love Unwoven
when you look at me what do you see? are you seeing me now or projecting who you want me to be? do you bring up old pictures and adorn them with longing? saying that's the you capturing me in flatness we give more grace to an oak
Love Unwoven
I'm unfamiliar with this place reaffirming my boundary while she works to break it down in the past one guilt-loaded word easily let her cross now I stand, but shiver I reinforce, but fear my boundary a glass net of open vulnerability