I swore that I would save everyone but something truthful told me that not everyone wanted to be saved and not everyone came with a grip on a hot knife that they would not let go of. burning the wounds seemed to be the only option for sanity And not everyone wanted sanity But… Continue reading The Truth Hurts; a poem.
We are not autumn trees and leaves I will not be able to let you go when the season comes and you fall in love with ground You will have to be ripped from me like a wooden limb. So if the day comes that you want someone else’s backbone over mine Do not rob… Continue reading So I Can Hate You; a poem.
If I told you, that I was forgotten remnants of afterlives that no one knew existed And that some nights I remember everyone that got to know me. I expect you to believe me Because if you don’t, what does that make me? A crazy girl, or the daughter of a crazy women? What does… Continue reading Remembering; a poem.
We were Holy Hallelujah heart broken We had shot locked doors, that just dared you to break in. So that we could show you what divinely broken can do. We will cry brimstone tears at your trial Curse Salem for your ways But none the less we will see you burn With all of your… Continue reading Brimstone; a poem
I am nothing if not the hopeless rendition of past acts. So you can imagine why I am so scared that we are just plagiarized love letters. That I will take my bows, and turn around to find your words in the script of someone else. My understudy that I do not know. She will… Continue reading Hopeless Rendition; a poem
On the nights that seem too hopeful I draw out the pages from long forgotten books and read my own doom again. Hold it like bed time stories I giggle that “I’m gonna raise hell,” giggle. And I smile that “I ain’t got anything to lose” smile. Except you. You won’t let me lose you.… Continue reading Except You; a Poem
She is the ink swirling on you, permanent. But I’m the words, and I am there even if you don’t write me down. I want to be the future that she was afraid of She is the past that I am too scared to learn about. She is things done and I am the things… Continue reading Black and White Soap Operas; a poem.