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. 💜
I love him.
The phoenix loved from inside of him
Writing is a passion that I shall learn to miss when I have no desire to fill blank lines with words that matter even if they only matter to me.
I love to write, therefore I will write. Does it have to make sense to everyone? No.