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Echo of Touch (final edit)
MissT Echo of TouchPoems of Longing, Love, and Surrender — Preface These poems are made of sensation—of fingertips on skin, of breath between words, of hearts laid bare in the quiet moments before and after desire. They are not only about passion, but about what happens when longing meets presence, and surrender feels like freedom.…
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Echo of Touch
Echo of Touch by MissT Don’t tell me you don’t want this.Your eyes already gave you away.I could walk out now—untouched,but still smoldering from the echo of your hands.You don’t see the fire you’ve lit in me—not just heat, but hunger and weight.I could break you with a whisper,but instead, I give you just enough…
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Postcards from the Other Side of Goodbye
Postcard #1: The Unsent Goodbye You didn’t lose me because I was too much.You lost me because you were too little.I won’t chase your half-hearted maybes.I won’t decode silence dressed as softness.And I won’t shrink myself into something you can carry — when you never planned to hold me properly anyway.You say you care.But care…
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“After I Chose Myself”
“After I Chose Myself” by MissT I didn’t expect it to feel like this.Not after everything.Not after all the signs.Not after telling myself, “you deserve more”until I believed it. But here I am —gutted, aching,heart heavy in my chest like a truth I wasn’t ready to carry. Not because I want him back.But because I…
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This Time, I Didn’t Stay”
by MissT This time, I didn’t stay.Not to see if he’d change.Not to hope he’d choose me.Not to rewrite a pattern I already knew too well. I listened to the part of methat whispered “not again.” The part that used to get drowned outby butterflies and excuses. I saw the red flags.I didn’t paint them…
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“This Is Your Warning”
By MissT by MissT, Mistress of Boundaries and Bullshit Detectors Let me be crystal:I’m not here to compete with a cator play second fiddleto a woman you “don’t shag anymore”but still drink wine with. I’ve been the nurse, the nanny, the emotional crutch,and I’m done babysitting grown menwith mummy issuesand a spare toothbrush at their…
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This Time, I’m Not in a Hurry
By MissT I’m a grandmother now. And maybe it’s because I have more life behind me than ahead—or maybe it’s just the gift of hindsight—but I find myself slowing down instead of racing forward. When I was a young mother, life was a blur of lists and deadlines. There were meals to cook, school runs…
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Truth Hurts, But Hiding Kills
By MissT They say honesty is the best policy.But what they don’t tell you is—it’s also the loneliest, the scariest, and the one most likely to leave you sitting alone at 2am wondering if you said too much. Still, I’d rather lose someone with the truth than keep someone with a lie. Because here’s the…
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Kilts, Flies, and Flirting with a Viking
By MissT I wasn’t planning on flirting with a man in a kilt this week.I wasn’t planning on talking about pubic sheep hair either, but… well, life’s unpredictable when you’re me. One minute I’m minding my business, the next I’m gently roasting a slow-texter who turns out to be a part-time metalhead with eczema, a…
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The Fixer, the Rescuer, the Mother — And the Me That Got Left Behind
by MissT There’s a name they never taught us to say out loud:The Fixer.The one who rolls up her sleeves when shit hits the fan.The one who reads your mood before you do.The one who can spot broken from a mile away, and walks toward it like it’s a calling. That was me. They called…
