Time

There will come a time where I will no longer yearn for you A time when I no longer beg myself not to contact you If only there was a time, where I will no longer think of you and feel myself crumble internally but I suppose this is what happens when a writer falls … Continue reading Time

Page 105

You made a mess of my heart. It wasn’t okay then, but it is now. I survived what I thought was an unmanageable catastrophe, and after cleaning up pieces of myself I realized, I never needed you. You’re not wanted here unless you want your heart on the floor in my possession. I walk around … Continue reading Page 105

Mind’s Made Up

I pick all the wrong men Not because I know, no better possibly, because everything that had seemed picture perfect, reminded me that nothing is perfect Too good, to be true is a foreign phrase for those who think they don’t deserve more I know, I deserve more Even after the men have picked and … Continue reading Mind’s Made Up