I am a woman!Do not compare me to a beast that has never experience my struggle.And when I do come over, remember a cuddle is just a cuddle.I have no green thumbs nor am I a garden tool.You made up this game, so duh, of course, I don’t know the rules.Objectify yourself, I am not…
Is it possible to be satisfied with one person? To be with one person and not desire another? I’m realizing daily that it is possible. That open love can humble itself to exclusivity. On my libra scale, I balance and rationalize my theories. When love is pure and genuine, monogamy takes place. When love is…
Nothing more nothing lessWords that are clouded with deceptionLooking for imperfect perfectionThat smells of you.I dream of you,I dream of us,I dream of forever…The rivers of tears are irreversibleAnd the lust I have lusted cannot be erasedI need your lovingNow the love that I’ve once offered, if given, will not be the same.Tainted by him…
Whose standards are you living by? And imma be frank, I projected that on to you guys. Being dissatisfied with your journey makes you lash out on the ppl nearest you because you can’t define where the stagnation is coming from…because you never defined the direction for self. And maybe it’s that we know those…
Lost in time. Lost in my thoughts. Everything around me are but illusions and lies. Lost in the game I was never taught, Frustrated trying to put the puzzle pieces with their parts.
Shadows cast long, It’s time to come home yet the bed is empty beside me, and father time has tired me. All alone except the hallway light casting shadows No one’s home just the ticking clock. The clock is the only sound I swore you’d be home by now. I fall into a slumber as…
Whispers in the wind, Fresh footprints in the now. Of the path places, we’ve been. We venture far, we venture near. Yet, the whisper still remains Because the inner world is never as deeply revered.
Sweet Darkness consumes me, I am weary. I am but an island lost in the sea of pain. I believe black will end its reign. Red wrist become Red Seas. Come, come. Envelop me. Mute the wails of broken hearts and empty words. I hope these spoken are the last heard.
I I am… I mean I have chronic depression. For many years, I thought there was something wrong with me. I would start things I couldn’t finish. I would make friends I couldn’t keep. I would commit to a healthier lifestyle that I would eventually neglect and trade in for a sedentary binge. I make…
The rivers of her nature are the promise land of milk and honey… sweet, sweet sin. I sap it up let her passion travel within. Her waters are healing. Her waves wash over me. She lets me wade at high tide. Her curves are a wild ride. I am now trapped in her whirlpool as…
