You…

I loosened my seams as you sharpened your stakes- threading me like the lies, we tell to keep warm. You stabbed needles into my eyes; sewed your fabric on to my skin tried to spell your name between my thighs, gluing your indifference to my heart Wrestled my pride to the ground left bruises and … Continue reading You…

Cracks…

As a child, I romanticized love. True love. The kind of love that survives any struggles by summoning the strength of one's heart and mind. A love able to stand strong in doubt, challenge, and discord, because true love can and will overcome anything lovers throw at it...but only when love is authentic and only … Continue reading Cracks…

Bare…

Is love ambiguous by design? Is it possible to truly love someone, without the same feelings returned? I used to believe it wasn't. But, lately, I'm not so sure. I burdened myself with expectations of love from a very young age. I read every Austen and Bronte book, glued myself to those depictions of love, … Continue reading Bare…