Who am I, do I matter, do I exist? Most days it doesn’t feel like it. Most days I don’t feel like a person at all. Just a machine, rolling through the months on autopilot. I don’t understand how it got this way. A little girl with big eyes and big dreams wouldn’t recognize herself … Continue reading Blank


I’ve been misunderstood when I tried to be everything I could. My name, dragged through the mud and now there’s too much bad blood. I have ex’s who claim I’m cold and cruel, shallow and toxic but really my touch was just too hypnotic. I can’t sit here and play the angel when I know … Continue reading Wildfire

My Sun

I know I hurt you and I want you to know I got very bit of my own medicine. My wings were clipped and I tasted my own blood on the hands of a false love. I was humiliated and stripped of everything that made me, me. I lost everything I loved, I’ve been through … Continue reading My Sun


I have a lover who’s cruel as cold metal. He feigns warmth and sweetness, creates illusions of love that fill my head with fantasies. But behind the curtain is something much more disturbing, a demon with a forked tongue, a darkness so inhuman. You think I’m speaking in metaphors, for demons only exist on Hollywood … Continue reading Hell


My wrists are scarred from being bound, my feet bloody from being barefoot and dragged along jagged grounds. I’ve been missing a long time, lost in a forest of sharp teeth, blindfolded and scared I found safety in the arms yanking out my hair and tearing off my clothes. I couldn’t see where he’d been … Continue reading missing


Just a drop, just a sliver, just a taste to release a shiver. Pressure building in my temples, I have you to thank for the way I begin to tremble. Unfriended, unfollowed, lost the connection I guess it was borrowed. I look to the sun for hope, hidden by clouds I trudge around and mope. … Continue reading Runaway


This isn’t a happy story. It doesn’t entail a suburban home with one or two loving parents. It doesn’t come with any warmth or nurturing, no this story is dark and cold. It’s full of misery and empty vodka bottles, prescription pills and razor blades. A broken woman cries alone in her bitterness, resentful of … Continue reading Low