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The color of red reminds me of you.
The color of your favorite sweater.
The color of your hair.
The color of the rose you left for me.
The color of my your cheeks when I made you smile.
The color of my lipstick that was left on your lips after I kissed you.
The color of the desire you had for me.
The color of the passion that grew in the relationship.
The color of love that disappeared.
- LOVELINDAMARIE | Red
My cheeks started to turn pink
as you made me smile.
- LOVELINDAMARIE | Blushing
You addressed her by
telling her she was beautiful
and telling her she was loved.
I have never been able to feel insecure
and loved at the same time.
You addressed her like
she was not part of me.
And that is what I needed,
to have you capture my beauty
with patience and understanding.
This feeling of beauty
now lives within the warmth of my heart,
next to you.
— LOVELINDAMARIE | Insecurities
You have a heart
full of love and passion.
And I want to be able to
have a space in your heart
where I can feel your warmth
even at times where
I have hurt you.
— LOVELINDAMARIE | Please forgive me
Women are strong, resilient, powerful, and brave. Because of them, I shared my story of being a survivor of sexual assault. Because of them, I found my passion in preventing sexual assault. Because of them, I am helping others heal from their sexual assault.
— LOVELINDAMARIE | International Women's Day
I’m learning to be okay
with disappointment and heartbreak
and how sometimes these words
are associated with the word love
and the feeling of being loved.
— LOVELINDAMARIE | Association
means I have to start
to trust myself.
And I’m not sure
if I’m ready to do that, again.
— LOVELINDAMARIE | Trust
A woman with a pure heart that I’ve had the opportunity to appreciate and admire. Once close, but now far. She’s full of passion that reminds me of the ocean’s sunset.
The colors in the sky remind me of her,
as I remember how her hair blew in the wind,
as I remember the light in her eyes, and as
I remember the warmth radiating from her skin. My opportunity to appreciate and admire, the passion that is within her.
— LOVELINDAMARIE | Caet
are the darkest
when my silence
became loud enough
for others to hear me
asking for help.
— LOVELINDAMARIE | Healing
I use to be drunk
off the alcohol
from your lips
when you kissed me goodbye.
And now I’m drunk
off the alcohol
because the thoughts
about why you never returned
— LOVELINDAMARIE | When you left me