Currently somewhere between wanting to eat my feelings and feeling like I should starve the pain away. I guess I'll throw the birthday cake out.
The Thunderstorm Cannot Break Me
They say the odds of being struck by lightning twice are in the millions, but it seems like lightning keeps finding me just fine; in the bedroom of a boy I thought I knew, in the arms of a man I thought I could trust, in my own bedroom where I once felt safe. Everywhere … Continue reading The Thunderstorm Cannot Break Me
Love is Art
Like a delicate snowflake dancing on the tendrils of a red hot fire, I melt beneath your words. Not because they drip with honey-sweet love, but because they're laced with the promises I cling to. You're like spilled black ink on starch white canvas, always changing the picture I'm painting. Fragile and flawed art; I … Continue reading Love is Art
I Wish I Didn’t Feel This Way
I am realizing maybe you aren't as perfect as I had once thought, because I've told you what makes me uncomfortable and your replies only made it worse. Now I'm waking up from dreams that seem too realistic to be false, because I cannot get the thoughts out of my fucking head. But what kind … Continue reading I Wish I Didn’t Feel This Way
Sin on Porcelain
I'm craving sin on porcelain skin, but only your touch will do. Run your fingers over slow, find places only you'll know, explore something new. Trace patterns down my spine, lace your body with mine, let the fantasies come true. Cause I'm craving sin on porcelain skin, and only you will do.
The Constant Struggle
The man I'm dating made a comment about how we could get in shape together and all I thought is, "He thinks I'm fat." I hate how my brain easily thinks like that. I know he cherishes me as I am, in this body I am currently in; He goes above and beyond to remind … Continue reading The Constant Struggle
Little Tattooed Names
I watched you trace your fingers over the names tattooed on my arm and my breath caught in my throat. I waited for you to ask me about them, started panicking over telling you the story, but you just looked up and kissed me. You never asked me about it, and I know one day … Continue reading Little Tattooed Names
I found peace in the arms of a man who carefully wrapped himself around me, kissed the top of my head and whispered, "I'm so lucky to have you, baby." Should I ever lose his presence, that moment sparked something in me. I'm not longer a small ember, but a whole damn forest fire.
Tell Me to Talk, Because I Need to
I tried to cry out for help, but there were still hands around my throat. I just wanted someone to care; to wrap me in their arms, to kiss my forehead, to say, "Tell me all about it, babe." I've kept my history hidden for so long, I just wanted someone to care to hear … Continue reading Tell Me to Talk, Because I Need to
I told someone a little about you, the things you used to do, and once again I forgot it wasn't normal. It made me wonder if you ever do think about those things too; if you feel guilty for losing your morals. Do you think of how you grabbed my wrist out of anger and … Continue reading Monster, Monster