Papito

He tells me I'm not fucked up, that things were out of my control and I'm just "delicate." He tells me he loves my laugh, that he loves everything about me and I'm just "perfect." He tells me he wants to make me happy, that I deserve to be treated with respect and I'm trying … Continue reading Papito →

[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.

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 →

“What Are You Looking For?”

I just want long summer nights laying on a blanket in a flower field, with my head on the chest of a man who adores me, while we gaze up at the stars we're made of. I just want warm, sunny days racing down the sandy beach to the ocean with him chasing behind and … Continue reading “What Are You Looking For?” →

More Than A Word

We spend so much time placing emphasis on how "Sorry" is an action and not just a word. For the record, the phrase "Thank you" is an action, too.