poetry and deep truths; welcome to my madness
What a wicked game of Russian roulette, love is. How someone can go from spilling their adorations for you all over your soul to suddenly becoming so heartless and placing a gun to your temple and pulling the trigger and the aftermath is so bloody and bitter and you wonder, "How did we end up… Continue reading Risk
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
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
Unraveling my soul 