He called me beautiful.Sure, it was followed by descriptions of the curves on my body.And yeah, he expressed the interest of my insides rather than what’s inside.But, he said I’m a girl with a pretty face.And pretty faces get you far.Pretty faces get you boys with a book of words to describe you.Pretty faces get …
I met Love when I was 14 years old in a four-way Skype call on a Saturday night in November 2015. Love had hair like Shaggy from Scooby-Doo and eyes that followed like the Mona Lisa. Love was a random boy. My best friend did not expect us to hit it off. She did not …
To whom this may concern, It is with great pride that I write to inform you of my leave, Effective immediately. My heart is not with you as you go through this troubling time. I do not pray for you, and my thoughts go out to someone else. I hope you find peace in knowing …
Dear Love, You’ve given me another chance. You’ve put up a fight and left me restless, But you’ve given me another chance. You tore down my soul, So I built myself a fortress, But you have indeed given me another chance. You’ve appointed the wicked as my knights, But I’m sure that was a mistake, …
what is this feeling? so familiar and vague. like a steady passing thought. an existence of nothing more and nothing less. neutralized body. mind astray. but fleeting. water roaring on a beach drowning in sand. water neither cold nor warm. but perfectly still. virtuous loud silence. fifty-fifty? or zero-zero? perfect standstill.
I could smear this canvas in paint and expensive pictures. I could cover every blemish and harmful marking. I could make it black and white, or vibrant with every color in the sky. But there is always a reality behind that. I’m dragging needles through my skin to cover pain. I’m wearing my heart on …
Letters we write ourselves are so often vague. We say that we’ll get through this, Or that it all goes away. We know this isn’t true. See self, we have a history with trauma And avoiding our problems, Or avoiding our mistakes. We probably do it then As we do it now, All this time …
I am an emerald. Beautiful, but green. Quite rare like the others. Expensive, but green So not often bought for these reasons. Everyone wants a diamond. Clean and polished. Not a hint of green. I want to be a diamond But I’d risk my rarity. The diamonds are chosen in each shop. Think engagement And …
Scary stories told around fires Are extravagant details To grasp attention. But the scariest story is in plain sight. Nobody wants to tell that story And maybe it’s a fear of it being stolen. Or maybe it’s the fear Of knowing it word for word. So tell those stories Of monsters and witchcraft Or anything …
“I wanted the world and all I got was this lousy ‘I love you’”.