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 … More 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 … More Wildfire
You ask me why I’m such a cynic, why I don’t think about our future, why I’m so cold. Because all love stories end the same, morose way. I told you from the start I didn’t believe in love, I told you my heart was out of service. You don’t listen when I say I’ve … More Dear Lover,
I’m back on top, confident now that I won’t be stopped. My cut off is 27, I’ll say it till I die. The blessings have been flooding in and I’m grateful, I don’t cry. I can breath without telling myself I have to, I feel the warmth in my bones flood through. I cut the … More Revival
I miss having passion, a rhyme, a purpose, a reason. I miss being five and never wanting to take my life in rainy season. I wish I could find that feeling, touch my soul and have a life more appealing but instead here I am living a life void of meaning. Drugs are a temporary … More Devil At My Heels
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. … More Runaway
The way a little bird sings I pour my heart to a lover who doesn’t listen.I simply can’t write when you can’t read.My words are filled with colors and feelings, a language you don’t understand.In love with a soul so unlike mine, yours doesn’t cry and bleed for the shades of a butterfly’s wings, it … More Cheetoes & Chocolate Milk
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 … More Low
When you held my hand I held my breath and your girl didn’t like that.Numb nosed through the twists and turns of IKEA, I looked at you and muttered I like your style.Push and pull like magnets while I watch you drag a cig you never finish.When you had no furniture, we sat on your … More i wrote u a poem for ur surprise
My hair isn’t naturally straight and sleek, it’s frizzy and unruly. My skin isn’t flawless and bright, it’s uneven and scattered with blemishes.My stomach isn’t flat and toned, it’s soft and sticks out a bit after I eat.My boobs are not big and plump, they are small and perky. My ass is not perfectly rounded … More Flaws
