Amanda Salvador

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It hits you
maybe you don't know him that well
all you knew was he liked rock
and was a good kisser

You wonder
if your world with him was only a frame
when your mouths and bodies collided
nothing magical, meaningful

You don't know him tired, exhausted from work
lazy in pijamas and not groomed at all
you dont know how his tears taste
or how he plays like a child with his dog

It is deeply saddening
how all your feelings can be reduced to what you don't know
because you know he puts other people first
but has he put you first?

What lingers are scraps of what you called affection
mourning what was out of your touch, always

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As little as it goes
my mind creates that universe
where the hummingbird blood
falls into the middle of my legs

I create that space
of a nightmare memory
I cannot escape
I do not try even
knowing I can’t

Give me a gun
to kill me in the nightmares

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Amanda Salvador

Amanda Salvador

A human being trying to heal and found her own voice. A self-love journey.