Did You Get Enough Love, Little Dove?
Dear loneliest undemanding sibling, The one no one ever worries about, The one who takes care of everything, The one everyone sees as a savior,
It’s The Little Things
I miss being held by you I miss seeing you in the morning I miss your soul and mind I miss your eyes looking at
You Were My Mother Too!
You look at me and hate who I am, As if you didn’t make me into this shell, Like you weren’t the one who hurt
Fool Me Once, Shame You, Fool Me Twice…
What are we doing, I asked We don’t have to have a plan, you said So I put everything on the table, And you let
The Free-Use Vending Machine
I wanted to live, at least once, To feel what it was like, to be alive. I wanted to dream, and let go, Without having
Running From Connection
I had grown weary, Of trying to be worthy, I had to be my own friend, I had to betray myself less; In the name
Echoes Of A Broken Home
From a young age, I witnessed the harm it did, The bitter brew that tore my mother’s soul . It stole my father’s strength, left
Scars of Silence
We share walls, not a life. We pass in hallways, ghosts in our own lives. Footsteps on the stairs, a stranger’s rhythm. The kitchen table,
Between Two Worlds
I stand between two worlds, A child lost in a maze, Where love once bloomed, now withers, And trust has lost its place. My mother,
Dear Diary… My Mother Hates Me
Dear Diary, My mother hates me. My very existence irritates her. My semblance to my dad haunts and humiliates her. My very being stings and
