Dare to Dream. Live to Write.
Surely love is enough. The love I have for you That consumes me And fills me with Endless butterflies Is enough. Love is freeing, I can relax knowing That I have found Something so real So raw. But, It’s not everything I thought it would be… Yes, it is freeing And fun, Yet I feel... Continue Reading →
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... Continue Reading →
The Blonde Quill 