I played God, and I flopped
Being a giver, a fixer I struggled when they hurt, craved their okayness, And went out of my way to make them okay Tried
Tested by the hands of time
Before my whole being gives up the fight Before my arms grow weary of holding you Before my ears find your voice unknown to me
Longer than we should have
Hopeful that tomorrow would be better Holding on to the belief That broken can be mended Confident that we would mature We held on longer
Burdens of an overthinker
I love you, but your response to my confession is scary. I love you, but what happens if it’s just a feeling, An infatuation
Mom, I Failed… For the Right Reason… Kinda
You told me to be careful. Careful of the city. Dread the people there Not to involve myself in things you have always warned me
Four Bars And Some More
Four bars, and some more I was told when you turned four this I was told when you took your first step I was told
My 24-Year-Old Self
My 24 year old self I miss you. I miss how naive you were And how nothing shook you. But right now, from where I
Does It Get Better After This?
Lorna. I came back home. But.. You always insisted on me giving a call before I leave the barracks. I understand why now. I came
Stitches Coming Undone
It’s not getting better like I wanted. Forfeit smiles, the shallow laugh And a dimmer glow in my eyes Something is stuck in my gut
Angel In Human Form
Light. Ease. Warmth. Love. Home. That’s all I feel when you cross my mind. You don’t hug me too much You don’t even say you
