Initiation

Thank you 

to all my male muses

My lovers

Thank you 

for breaking my heart

So I could write myself 

back together

Sometimes being right 

is all wrong, 

all along I knew

My greatest love story

Would be in my own hands. 

Pen to paper, 

You were there

To point out 

every curve in my being

And so it was the ink 

of my own blood 

that ran red on the page

And when you left me

Bleeding and broken

My higher-self stayed

To soothe the soul

Of a maiden in loss

For every man 

Was an initiation

Into myself

Every heart break

A ceremony of surrender

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xoxo, Leola

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a photo series with Craig Lucas