We lived and lovedIn a universe of almost.Passing by each otherEverything almost perfect and…
a poem
I was lying on the kitchen floorin a fetal position that is howmy mother found melips tremblingas in…
Q&A — based on a true story
All I see is the worldpicking my petalsone by one,leaving me bareand lonely to my core.
I will repeat itUntil along with the worldI’ll believe me too.
A poem
I learned to love my scars because they were the only things left
All the bleeding shattered hearts and trails of broken promisesIn your wake.All the…
I will write you out of me. I will cry you away. Whatever it takes,I’ll I do it now, or a month later…