I’ve never felt comfortable on my knees Praying for insight or reprieve Hoping that heaven is listening or that the devil hasn’t seen. I’d rather stand at the intersection of my pain and release, the place where my fears and truths meet. I couldn’t pray for clarity or peace My words abandoned behind gritted teeth … Continue reading Where I Pray
Sunday Kind of Love
I want to say “I love you” But Saying it out loud means I could let the hurt back in. I don’t know if I’d survive another heartbreak But I’m willing to risk it all if you’re willing to love me whole. That’s not something we can guarantee But In the moments when I feel … Continue reading Sunday Kind of Love
New poem: Safe Space!
I wanna fall asleep with my face nestled into the back of your neck Like the space between your shoulder and head was carved out for me I wanna wake up next to you and say “good morning” to every inch of your body Like I’m paying homage to the melanin passed down from your … Continue reading Safe Space
The Lonely Hour
I know it’ll pass but the lonely is strong when I don’t want to cry into my pillow, filling it with my hurt because I want to be held. When I want to cry into a chest more resilient than mine in the moment. To be pulled in tighter than I can hug myself. The … Continue reading The Lonely Hour
Hold me like you’ll never let me go Tight like short shorts on thick thighs. Hold me like you’ll love me forever Infinite like the stars in the sky. Hold me like tomorrow isn’t promised Ready to die but eager to survive. Hold me like survival isn’t good enough Ready to live with happiness in … Continue reading Hold Me
I’ve been struggling lately. This is what has come from that struggle so far. I’m a work in progress. Healing takes time. 💜
Words escape your mouth and hide underneath my skin; their jagged edges coloring my sweat the most beautiful red. I lie in bed, avoiding both our truths. You’re an abuser and I seek to understand your hurt too. Love can heal but that’s something we both must choose. Just saying “I love you” is enough … Continue reading Self Reflection
The Brave Grow Old
Blankets of clouds cover the earth like Serenity has come to tuck us all in. But the war on peace blockades such sleep. We lay in concrete jungles and crush the dreams of future roses because our buds are more important. It's nippy outside. Individualistic ideologies try to become apart of societal infrastructures but crumble … Continue reading The Brave Grow Old
I love him.