His fingers felt different foreign while they traced my skin lightly, carefully almost like yours used to and his lips were a different kind of soft- as if he was scared … Continue reading Foreign fingers
We learn, grow and heal fom our different experiences. That is one thing I have been trying to understand now more than ever. Something I have been anticipating for years now has been my very first tattoo. What would I get? Why would I get it? And where would I place it? Now i've never… Continue reading First Ink-
Every new daylight patches up the sleepless night before it and with every passing moment that i haven't heard the familiar 'I love you' i sink deeper and deeper into a pool of my own hurt and i can't catch my breath so i keep sinking and i let my body rest unmoving because… Continue reading Drowning
Loss lingers longer than love lasts I am the sulking petals And i am the wilting flower No longer… Continue reading Wilted
As toxic as it is, we love those who only love us in pieces they love the serene and the beautiful parts and they'll love your body but they'll reject the part of you that is stuck in a whirling storm drowning and gasping for air and thats the part of you that needs love… Continue reading Toxic
Your heart will weap when the salt in my eyes tell the story of us. And I'll want you to wrap me in your arms and help me re-write our story, but you won't.