you knew that maybe if you had landed after searching for dry land in a sea of potential hazards and no ones on some long-lost island you’d have to stay there forever with the wrong person until death finally came to claim you.
I wrote this December 18, 2017 in honor of where I believed our country was headed. So dark is this place. Filled with feeling, longing, despair. Who can go on? Look up?! Or see the light? Crooked people and their crooked hands twist my arms, their long finger nails clawing into my flesh grabbing the [...]
I’ll love you and then lose you, again and again. My heart will break and break, but it will mend.
His eyes burn through me. Like scalding hot milk on my skin. How much do you share? Open up now. How much do you give in? Fear the precious time spent on someone. You want to stay, yet you want to run.