poetry and deep truths; welcome to my madness
Do not be fooled. I am falling apart at the seams. All while I am sewing myself back together using every tattered piece. I am not who you knew. I am not what you know. I am dead. I am gone. I am reborn into new skin. But it still doesn't feel like home. I… Continue reading do you have a different sewing kit?
It's okay to reminisce.It's okay to remember how it was back then.It's okay to even smile when you dolook back...because all of those memories...how can one truly forget?But you can't stay there.You have to snap back to realityand realizethat that's all it is anymore...a memory.Distant.Cold.Not much life living there anymore.Don't make it harder than it… Continue reading Old photos
I know that I can live without you, but that doesn't mean that I want to. Am I crazy? Am I batshit crazy for thinking that maybe you will come around? I am fucking crazy. Because you haven't made a sound. Weeks have gone by and all this time, you are silent. I miss you… Continue reading hurting
And even amongst all my bitter sadness and grief and anger and lack of sleep, I still miss you and I continue to wish that you would come home to me. What does that say about my heart? That it's too big? Too forgiving? Too naive to wish we may not forever be apart, that… Continue reading I’m good at drowning
It looks like We've been drinking. It looks like We've been overthinking. And we are both So tired. So of course Our minds Drift towards one another Every time. Of course We consistently fall In love with each other. Because we are us. We are an irreversible fate. We are...together... Even when it's too late.
Unraveling my soul 