The reflection in the mirror is not me For it is just a reflection, it does not show who I am Who am I meant to be? How do I know who I am? Is the bruises and pain worth it? Broken bones and skin and get beat Or words than pull you down Broken […]
I’m not accounted to the population of wondering if his lips are tender & sweet as marshmallow when in truth all I could think about is how blue his eyes were. like, really, how? are they blue like on a sunny day? a little bit dark at dusk? or like the ocean? I mean, who am […]
woah. it felt like a damn long time ago. like, once upon a time I met a guy online. soon I figured out it is pathetic but still a journey to learn form. had series of heartache I admittedly coined, and then an aftermath of looking too much for oppression. then that day came, I realized I am all I have.
not “a happily ever after” but “i live continuously.”