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Just another day 

Day before Valentine’s Day and I feel alone. Let me clarify that I do have a Valentine. So I will be spending at least part of the day with someone that I love and care about, but not the way I want to. Not doing the things I would like to do not having the fun I would like to have. Not feeling the type of way I would expect to feel. 

It’s just another Valentine’s Day that goes every way but my way…
C L Cunningham 

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Enough 

I Am Enough… I was watching a lifetime movie with Meagan Goode and she wrote that on the inside of her hand. It made me think. 
Then today I was watching the new Cinderella movie and she said I don’t know if without the magic if I will be enough for him… and again it made me think. 
I’ve never been sure about if me being me is enough. Enough for my parents enough for my children enough for a man or friend… hell I don’t know if I’m enough for myself. 
I search for happiness but will the version of my universal happiness be enough? I wonder when I will be satisfied with me….
When will I take a deep breath and feel good enough?
C L Cunningham 

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The untouchables

Why do I always fall for the untouchable men? 

With untouchable hearts and untouchable minds. 

They have no trust and they have no damn time. 

They use their bodies like they’re garbage pails 

and they try to love you but they’re love always fails. 
Why do I fall for men who don’t want me? 

I imagine happy ever afters and true romance. 

With men who never will even give my love a chance. 

They want multiple women and drugs that never end. 

They want you on your back and for your happiness to be pretend. 

They want you to ignore their mistakes and for you to applaud their lies. 

They don’t care if your hurt and they don’t want to hear your cries.
I tend to pick the damaged because I’m damaged too.

But maybe it’s time to change my image of myself,

It’s okay to start a new….

Because if I keep picking untouchable men

I’ll be a bitter and untouchable fool..
C L Cunningham