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?
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…
I wrote this poem to comment on emptiness and the dependence women put on men to feel worthy, happy and whole. Hell, I often feel like I need a man to be complete – but I don’t. Only I have the power to feel whole and complete, and for me, I find that in my faith in God. But sometimes I misplace my value and … Continue reading Nothing: Commentary on Emptiness & Dependence
What have I done? What am I doing? I’ve ruined relationships, hurt people. I’ve lied, stolen and cheated. I have walked away from my faith, allowing the world to change me and influence every part of me. I have been mean, so mean. So unkind it’s grotesque. I’ve fallen in love with the wrong men out of desperation. Desperation… Why? Because I am afraid … Continue reading Better