If I strip myself from the bones, will you piece me back together? I could lie and say I’m not needy, but I’ll need you more than anything. I scuff my knees so often from tripping over my words, will you catch me every time? If I lie and say I don’t love you will … Continue reading Dear Future Love
The death of love is always bitter-sweet, regardless of circumstance. To deny the hurt and sadness that comes with the death of a relationship, even if you got hurt, did the damage or cut the strings, is like denying yourself air. No one goes into a relation with its demise in mind, we don’t … Continue reading Bitter-Sweet Love
I frustrate myself so much, I want people around me, yet I turn them away, I guess I can’t deal with the questions right now, so I hide away until everyone forgets why I disappeared in the first place, I just show back up like nothing ever happened, like I never left, and the truth … Continue reading Road To Recovery (you are not alone)
Hey folks! So, I've been asked a lot about my poetry book that I have been working on 'The Life And Death Of Love' and how it started, so as you can see in these pictures it started what feels like years and years ago (probably because it was) in notebooks like these! I have … Continue reading Images – the beginning
sleeping in cotton growing back my skin my heart is here somewhere my blood is thin my eyes remain closing never quite shut though I am dosing I can still look Sleeping all winter My hair growing long Dreaming of lovers And all that is gone My mind is resetting Under crisp white snow … Continue reading The Words – hibernation (poem)
Hey everyone! I want to take this opportunity to thank you all for taking the time to read my blog and my post's and really introduce myself! That me up there in the picture above...Now a few of you may feel you know a little or even a lot about me from my posts, … Continue reading Say Cheese!
What will it take for me to wake up and smell the coffee? When will I begin to value my life? If jumping out of a police station bathroom window isn’t enough to set alarm bells ringing, than what will? I need to stop, I need to breathe then regain control over my life, I … Continue reading who am I? (BRB)