Polly Marie

Absolutely no experience writing. Think of this as a personal journal where you get a look into my soul.

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Polly Marie

Absolutely no experience writing. Think of this as a personal journal where you get a look into my soul.

Writings

Followers

Following

exhausted

Polly Marie

1 min read

my mother used to tell me

i have such a big heart

that i get sad because i care so much

and it’s something wonderful.

but now im here, and she’s gone

and i love and i love, and give and i give

but i never get what i give so freely in return.

perhaps it’s my own fault.

for lacking boundaries. for caring so much. for having so much love to give but not adjusting my expectations.

it’s exhausting. i...

Drama

commodity

Polly Marie

2 min read

sometimes i feel like a commodity.

like every woman before me, i am something to be had. something to possess.

i am someone who gives and takes care.

i am the conductor who guides every note and rhythm of a shared life that doesn’t feel like my own. the harmonies of everyone else’s wants and expectations are deafening, crushing the soft melody of my cries of _who is going to take care of me? who...

Drama

grief

Polly Marie

1 min read

there’s this aching, gnawing pain in the middle of my chest.

it’s ever present.

some days it’s gentle, and some days it’s not.

on gentle days, it’s a piece of me i hold close. a bittersweet whisper reminds me to cherish the memories i have and to live my days with intention and joy.

on the bad days, though, it’s suffocating.

on bad days it’s a raging tempest that threatens to swallow me who...

Drama

and so i write

Polly Marie

2 min read

you’ve heard me say

_i am not good with words, _

_i have a hard time getting them out._

_i prefer to write. _

you have requested that i write for you moments of us.

and so, for you, i will write.

i will write about the day we finally collided in this lifetime

how your hazel eyes penetrated my soul

how the pull i felt to you was gentle, yet insistent.

how at first i thought we would be fun. j...

Romance

admittance.

Polly Marie

1 min read

today i finally admitted it.

to myself and to my soul i accepted the selfishness of how bad i want everything with you.

i’ve known it for awhile now but never let myself really think about it.

to play out exactly what i want in my head.

to get lost in the absolute beauty of everything we can have and everything we can be.

i’m finally letting myself write down exactly what i’m yearning for.

i...

Romance

The Question

Polly Marie

1 min read

“Who are you?”

This question rattles around in my head, bouncing off the walls of my skull like an incessant pingpong ball. I have been ruminating on it for longer than I’d like to admit, simply because it’s a question I can’t easily answer.

_Who am I?_

Well, I know my name. I know where I come from. I know my profession and my hobbies. But that doesn’t answer it, does it?

In writing this I re...

Drama

You Feel Like Home

Polly Marie

1 min read

You and I lay skin to skin, the only barriers between our souls are flesh and bone.

I can feel your heartbeat beneath my fingertips. The cadence of each beat keeps pace with mine. I listen and feel as the tempo of your breath soothes my restless heart.

For eight years I’ve been a vagabond. I’ve been wandering through life, watching it pass me by without even realizing I wasn’t living. She knew m...

Romance

lonely

Polly Marie

2 min read

tonight i am lonely.

the loneliness feels as if my chest will implode. it’s a pulling sensation, like an invisible rope is tied to my sternum that’s trying to pull my chest inward and crush my own heart. it’s an aching, sucking feeling. i can only describe it as so intense that i feel like i can’t breathe, can’t cry, and can’t wail. can the center of your chest feel nauseated?

it snuck up on me...

Romance

Drama

Gaze

Polly Marie

2 min read

He turned on the shower, quickly testing the temperature with the back of a hand before flinging open the curtain.

“Coming in?” he asked, eyes never leaving mine as he stepped into the rainfall of water.

“I suppose.” My response came out more unsure than I had intended. How was it that a shower felt more intimate than the absolute debauchery we had just participated in did? This was not our first ...

Romance

Connection

Polly Marie

1 min read

Intrigue

Attentive gaze

Smiles and conversations

Immediate connection is felt

Mutual attraction is easily confessed

Indescribable pleasure brings two souls closer

Feelings of lust evolve into something more

Fast paced, deeply felt, entirely raw and real

A connection so pure and undeniable takes hold now

Walls have come down and the words have been said

Soulmates, twin flames, red string, the f...

Poetry

Romance