poetry and deep truths; welcome to my madness
I'm not saying your betrayal turned my heart stone cold, but it's definitely not as warm as it used to be. I'll never feel the same way again, that I know for sure. My heart mended months ago, but you took so many pieces with you, so there are holes where air seeps through, and… Continue reading hypothermia
*TW-self-harm/suicide I have a memory of my Mother grabbing hold of my wrist, a look of horror painted across her face, a distant scream, "How could you possibly do this?!" I have a faint memory, yet one so vivid at its best, of my father with tears in his eyes, a look of confusion, a… Continue reading Music Box Memories
Don’t get me wrong…it sucks that I am where I am; that I feel how I feel; that I can’t give you what you need. It sucks. But what am I supposed to do? Sacrifice my needs in order to bring you peace? I refuse to deplete my energy and my sanity for any man.… Continue reading Pleasantly & Proudly Selfish
I set myself free the day I realized it is unhealthy to pretend that I didn't see what others showed me. I set myself free when I came to terms with the fact that it is unhealthy to live in a fantasy. When someone showed me or told me who they were, what they could… Continue reading Soaring Eagle
