My love for you is blinding. It shields the depression that forces me to sink into darkness, as if an anchor is tied to my foot. But my love for you – it saves me. It heals, teaches, and respects. I see the good in life because of you. I forgive – imagine that! I live in the present with you, I forget the past … Continue reading God gave me You
Battered, Bruised. Ragged and Ruined. Offended. Knocked down. Empty. Nothing. Continue reading Broken
The kiss- Oh that one kiss, It changed my life Forever. It had been six months. Six long months since I knew I wanted you. I needed you. I craved you. Six suffocating months of swallowing my feelings, Feigning hate because admitting my love for you was just too hard. You didn’t want me. I had to not want you either… Six months. Then, You … Continue reading The Kiss
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
Talk to me Say something One word Just one Please… I need – I need to know Where you stand With me. Say something. What do you feel, What do you think, What have I done wrong… I want to explode I want to rip my hair out One by one. These thoughts They attack me Like a swarm of bees Like a hurricane Like … Continue reading Talk to Me
I think you like the idea of feeling too much, of experiencing too much and letting the things inside you float away. I think you want people to notice you but want others to think that isolation pumps through your veins. I think you care too much but you pretend as if nothing bothers you. I think you want people to miss you but only … Continue reading I Think, I Don’t Think by Robert M. Drake
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
