You were too busy yelling to notice how she flinched at your sudden movements and made herself smaller in your presence. She did her best to put you on a pedestal, bow at your feet and sing praises to you, because happy you was how she stayed safe. Did it make you feel good to … Continue reading Monster (Not Man)
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The words I've left unsaid because I was too afraid of hurting another's feelings or rocking the boat I was in, slip past my lips, spill into the pitch black of night, and haunt me in my sleep. Oh, how I regret being kind when I should've been honest.
Fuck Body Positivity
Don't tell me to love this body I am in, to appreciate the life it gives me, to value the way it carries me or to reconfigure my brain and see the imperfections as perfect. Don't you dare tell me to be positive. Tell the men who abused my body, who used my body, who … Continue reading Fuck Body Positivity
Nine Months Later
Midnight is approaching, and I'm here thinking about you. I wish I wasn't. I hate that I still am, and that it's been nine months now. I can't help but wonder if you're happy, if I ever cross your mind, and why I wasn't enough. I'll never understand what happened to us, but I'll miss … Continue reading Nine Months Later
To All The Boys I Tried To Love
I was the moon, but you were so fascinated with lights that danced in the evening sky, you didn't notice my worth; how I lit up your darkest nights with a gentle, selfless love, how I grounded you in peace. Did you not know stars die, but the moon is forever? I was the moon, … Continue reading To All The Boys I Tried To Love
I’m Still Unsure Soul Mates Exist
Image courtesy of Kim Rose Art In the end, we're all just looking for someone who sees the world how we do, who appreciates our small details, who brings sunshine instead of sadness.
You were full of highs and lows, and I pretended that I didn't mind, but the truth is you made me dizzy with your constant changes. I was good before I found you. Then you came in like a whirlwind of excitement and sex and pretty words I was so desperate to hear. I ignored … Continue reading Whirlwind
I'm standing in a walk-in shower with the water on, just begging every droplet of water to get hotter and sear the trauma off of my fragile, porcelain skin. It doesn't, though. I stare through the curtain of water and steam that's filling the room, but my focus isn't on anything in particular. Instead I'm … Continue reading Fraud
You leave a path of destruction everywhere you go, and I'm convinced you do not care. Its reckless how you jump from bed to bed and heart to heart without hesitation, all while telling your sad sob stories and charming with perfectly placed words. I should have known your intentions, but I was captivated by … Continue reading Reckless
I'm mad at God right now. Or maybe He's mad at me, cause its been pretty fucking silent on the other side for quite some time. I got in my car, drove for hours last night, screamed at Him until my voice gave out and then cried out noises that broke my own heart. Why … Continue reading Faithless