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?
Sometimes I wonder, What my life would be like, Had I never met you. If I never knew the Taste of your lips, The heat of your body. Do I wish it never happened? “No never, I must have loved you.” Despite your disregard for my values, I stayed around, always for you. That one night, you left a rose on my doorstep, A rose … Continue reading Love Like an Arrow
His lips soft against mine. Then more pressing. Hands sliding down my body, gently, slowly. Touching every inch of me. They please me. They make me cry out. But then it hurts. Then, I touch him. I glide my tongue along him. I tease him with my plump lips. Please him with my body. Ever so slowly. Ever so longingly… The night ends. My legs … Continue reading Don’t Leave Me
Oh how I remember those sweet goodnight text messages, you know, the ones with heart emojis and loving words. I remember the feel of his lips upon mine, the sound of his voice, the fit of my hand in his… I thought I was happy. He would come visit me at work and I would smile so wide everytime. I ran into his arms and … Continue reading Naivety: A Personal Narrative From Then to Now
Why do I feel this way? Like a blade cut through my soul, like a rock cracked my skull, like a fall battered my body… Are my hormones controlling my feelings over reason? Is it simply biological processes influencing my heart? The work of hormones and chemicals that will one day bless my belly with a bulge of life? Perhaps I am merely dramatic. Perhaps … Continue reading The Weary in Heart
The World- A sea of black and blue. Dark, like my mind. Isolated, like my heart. The World is quiet, Lonely, frightening. It’s a prison. My thoughts the bars, Holding me back. Back from what? From color? I walk the streets along, The ground beneath my weak legs Is unstable. I’m lost in a dark tunnel, Words attacking me. “You’re not enough” “No one cares … Continue reading Grey