Samuel Decker Thompson
@adudewritingpoetry
Poet, father, massage therapist, personal trainer, amongst other things. Tucson, AZ My book
Sometimes, what hurts the most is not that people leave, it is that they forget how many times you found reasons to always stay. -Samuel Decker Thompson #poetry #spokenword
I think we are standing on opposite sides of the same wreckage, both of us exhausted by the ridiculous business of trying to find love amongst people who only seem capable of letting us down, as if that was the assignment handed to them at birth; to catch our attention just long enough to ...
She built a life with him like it would last forever, measured it in years, in routines, in the weight of little hands that would someday trust in hers. She thought that was security. It wasn’t. It was something that could leave. And it did ...
The one who was always meant for you doesn’t hesitate, doesn’t wound you and call it confusion, doesn't leave you twisting in the winds of uncertainty. They stay. They care. It’s that simple, and that rare. -Samuel Decker Thompson #poetry
I haven't learned much in this life, but one thing I do know is they've been lying to you, that pain in your heart won't ever subside, they tell you it'll get better with time, but the truth is It'll just find a better place to hide. -Samuel Decker Thompson
Some men will leave a goddess, other men will stay for a demon. It was never about your beauty, never about perfection, never about the peace you brought into his life, never about how well you cooked, sucked, or fucked. It was always about the man and the character within him, or the lack thereof.
Somebody always leans in harder. That is how it goes. One of you wakes up already thinking of the other, already carrying them like a weight that feels good to hold, like something worth the ache. The other moves easier, answers when they feel like it, keeps their distance just enough, maybe ...
She did not ask him to change, she simply loved him as he stood before her, and in her gentle light something within him shifted, pieces he had carried for years … quiet disappointments … small regrets … they loosened their grip as though they no longer belonged. Her love did not reshape him, it ..
I still expect to find you somewhere in my future, to feel that quiet spark when our eyes first meet. From that moment on, I know I will care about everything you are doing, and everything you will ever do. I'll be fascinated simply watching you move through the world, I want to be there to ...
Hold no harsh judgment for them; people move through the day dodging one calamity after the next, dropping things they never meant to lose, forgetting tasks like leaves slipping off a branch. It is rarely personal, life is often much heavier than they make it appear, so give them grace. But ...
You need not know the ending to begin the story. The pages will turn without your permission, softly, like wind through an open door. There is a quiet grace in not knowing, in trusting what has not yet arrived, in believing that somewhere ahead, regardless of your meticulous planning or ...