Unrequited love forces a sledgehammer through the heart,thrusts it in without reserve,and twists to cement its anchored position.Blood…
The Reason I Left
“I WAS NEVER GOOD ENOUGH,” is a poem that talks about, in a way…
I couldn’t possibly have known when we set out on our walk that it would end with me surrounded by people I didn’t know
a poem…
hits us intenselylingers, throbs out of controlthen leaves, just a bruiseremaining
There’s a certain quality to the pain of shattered dreams.