I should have called you I should’ve prayed for you I should’ve told you that you were not alone I should’ve asked you if you were okay and I Should’ve thought of you but I didn’t I thought we had all the time I thought you were fine while you…

As times change, as I turn a year older, I look back and think of all you have done. I think of all the times you saved me, all the times you tied my shoes, all the times you held my hand through the night. the times you held me…

I should have called you I should’ve prayed for you I should’ve told you that you were not alone I should’ve asked you if you were okay and I Should’ve thought of you but I didn’t I thought we had all the time I thought you were fine while you…

A beautiful presence has left this world. One that proves itself to be lord over all complication. True intentions unbeknownst, an utter implication. a black dove has flown free, taking precious time and love. May this dove fly high, high above its troubling past his mistakes, may they lay dormant. for now, they are no longer relevant. I cut you free. Fly free lil dove. Goodbye, from the rose bud and the red bird which flies to better see you depart.

I reserve the right to feel what I feel. I reserve the right to lose it. I reserve the right to not be okay. I reserve my God given right to be me. Whether the me I am is an inspiration or not. I am a girl, becoming a woman. …

I went through a time in my life where the world seemed to be aggressively against me and my happy self. I’ve always been an anxious person, I’ve struggled with a high level of anxiety for my entire life. But I had my first experience with real depression last year…

A woman’s beauty is not defined by a man’s perspective. A man’s perspective should not be seen as gold. Though his story is retold to every girl, not one ever seems to understand. *** “Beautiful” is a word thrown at our feet Expectations we’re given to meet. You are beautiful. …

True and unsure. Undefined and Immeasurable. Sophisticated. Yet, not. Love is complicated. This we know — we’ve never been taught. Whether for mother or father, sister or brother, lover or ex-lover it’s there, either as haunting or blessing, after all, it’s Love that Hatred is born of. Over sin it…

I’ve come to know this unfamiliar darkness. This stubborn cloud; it’s silent, yet loud. Something I have found and wish I could lose. I now feel as if I have no room to choose. You crept in my mind and now you’re taking over. I’ve never felt this tired, this…