Cherry Red

Cherry red lines lined along porcelain. Glides over delicate, leaves a stain. The internal is external now. The body betrayed, mind asks how. A two year hiatus thrown away. But she was doing okay. (She wasn’t doing okay.)

Commitment Issues

Maybe I don't have a fear of commitment, but a fear of committing to the wrong one instead. I'd give everything I have to someone if I knew they truly meant what they said.

[Over]think

I live inside my head. I don't mean to, and I definitely don't want to. I'd rather live in reality instead. Do you know what it's like to overthink? It feels like you're under a turbulent sea of thoughts and memories and fears, and all you can seem to do is sink. People tell me … Continue reading [Over]think →

Fragile. Resistant.

Glass heart behind titanium cage beneath paper thin skin. Be careful with her.

Someone Mentioned Your Name The Other Day:

And I'm trying to be happy for you. I'm glad you found another's bones to make a home out of. I'm just sad you didn't think you could find that in me.

Cycle

The alcohol burns my throat as it goes down, signs the drink should ease the pain soon. Songs with subtle piano fill the holes in my chest, tug at the strings that cling to my tattered heart. I let the melody serenade me as I sink lower, into a bathtub full of scorched water and … Continue reading Cycle →

Hollow Home

Oh, how foolish I was to make my home in the bones of hollow people. There is no love to be found in a place like that.

Love Me, Love Me Not

I'm a wildflower; the rarest one among pretty, perfect ones. I spend years in this field, watching as others are picked, and I remain rooted here. I want to cry out, "Pick me! Don't you see me here?" but then I remember what I've seen. I don't want to be torn apart for another who … Continue reading Love Me, Love Me Not →

Sick

I find myself feeling sick to my stomach whenever you cross my mind. The butterflies you once gave me are now just hollowed carcasses left behind to poison me every time I hear your name.

Florets

You have no business playing in a field of flowers when your intention is not to be gentle, but instead rip the petals off fragile florets and leave the remaining flowers to die.