Lord… I’m sorry. I’m sorry for ignoring Your powerful voice. For doing what I want in hopes that Your Will for my life will change to what I want, to what I see for myself. I’m sorry. I’m sorry for craving a man’s touch. For seeking a man to give me comfort in times of discomfort instead of seeking You. For letting the hopes of … Continue reading I’m sorry. Forgive me…
Magnets. They pull together. One is drawn towards the other. It is their nature. You hold the magnets just close enough, you can’t pull them apart. The draw is too strong. We pulled apart. It felt unnatural. Sudden. Yet, the draw is there. You came back. I never left. We tried so hard to move one, to live our lives apart. But now, … Continue reading Magnets
The beautiful gift and curse of being human, to give and to take away. It is both a curse and a blessing to feel things so deeply. And too much of anything will always be too much for you to bear. Always. And all of us are terribly looking for ways NOT to shatter. And too often do we, as people, only appreciate someone once … Continue reading “Empty Bottles Full of Stories” by Robert M. Drake
Glass hearts, so fragile, so easy to break. Broken glass. My heart is shattered. Shards of broken pieces stab my insides. Moving forward hurts. Moving backwards hurts more. Maybe I love the feeling of pain. Maybe I love brokenness and depression because it makes me feel something. Maybe I love getting hurt over and over again because I deserve it. Maybe I love giving a … Continue reading Glass
Death. The thing everyone fears. The end. The dark… I’m not afraid. I feel a connection To the blackness. This dark side of me Has no fear. I embrace it. I embrace sin. I’m connected to death. Death is a part of me. Every dark corner in the hollows of my mind Resembles death. Death is darkness. Darkness is death. Is fear. I’m numb. I … Continue reading Death
Her hair flows behind her as she runs through the darkness. Life hits her at every angle, but she continues to get back up. Her body is covered in bruises, scrapes and scars. Each mark from a hurtful word, a painful touch, a self hating thought… She still runs. Her body is weak, but her mind is strong. She gets up. She runs. What is … Continue reading Run
What is going on? First you love me, you make me feel special, happy… Then you realize you need to work on yourself. Okay fine, I’ll be here with you through the process. But wait, it gets better! You get back with your ex right after you rip my heart out with your words. I cried myself to sleep for days on end. I felt … Continue reading What are you doing? What am I thinking?