Dear Lord, Thank you for this season of challenges, personal growth & most of all good memories. You have poured out your blessings unto me and I am forever grateful for the home I have, the health and safety of those I love, and the beautiful relationship I had with G. I am so beyond thankful for having him be a part of my story. … Continue reading A Prayer for My First Love
If he loves me, he will try. If he loves me, he won’t yell. If he loves me, he will communicate. If he loves me, he will listen. If he loves me, he won’t leave. But – If he does not, he will walk away. If I love myself, I will not let his anger affect me. I can not wait for change, when … Continue reading If Only He Loved Me…
Spiraling Into madness. My brain So anomalistic Idiosyncratic Unparagoned Encumbered. It hurts Oh how it hurts. My thoughts Cut through my mind Sharp Painful Bloody… I’m bleeding. A cocaphony In my brain. Loud, confusing, caustic. I’m spiraling Down Down Deeper still. Indelicate black tunnels Pull me farther in. I can’t see now. I feel the ghosts Of my past Tug at me. I’m pulling apart. … Continue reading Spiraling
You don’t see me. You see your expectations of me. You see a version of me that you want, Or expect me to be. They say “She’s a whore”, “She’s dumb” “She’s a bitch” “She’s selfish”… You don’t see me. I don’t fit into a box, I’m hard to understand, I’m uniquely me. The world refuses to see me. Refuses to even try to understand my heart … Continue reading See Me
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
Weeks were slow, months were fast. Moments were quick, but memories won’t last. Time goes on, I grow older. Finding myself, becoming colder. Every thought is a key to my future, every step closer to who I am. I walk down the street, eyes follow and taunt. My style is different, temperament liberal. Anomaly is my second name. The capricious are uncertain, but have charisma. … Continue reading Anomaly
It consumes me. It’s all I think about. I want to lash out. I want to hit you. My heart aches. It pounds quickly. It feels like my heart is trying to escape my chest. I cry. The tears burn my eyes. I’m so angry. This isn’t rational, I know. But I can’t stop. I can’t stop thinking about what you did to me. I … Continue reading I Hate This…
