andrew.
i fall to my knees at his feet with a heavy breath.
i almost feel unworthy.
this person, this man-
he's perfection in flesh and blood.
i feel blessed.
this angel, a saint with flaws, perfect flaws.
i nearly worship him.
godlike, i search his face for signs of light, anything celestial or close to it.
i find them faintly, small, unnoticeable to anyone who's wronged him.
he is perfect, and somehow, he is mine.
Jul 7, 2020
Jul 7, 2020 at 6:05 PM UTC
Bruises on my wrists and ankles
Where you tied me up in shackles
But to my surprise you said
"Baby are you comfortable here in bed?"
I stopped and smiled at your concern
"Yes." I said
Then I did learn
you were right for me
Jun 7, 2020
Jun 7, 2020 at 9:02 PM UTC
Wailing, screaming, crying
I'm tearing my hair out
Breaking, sobbing, wheezing
I'm eating too much
Wishing, hoping, pleading
I'm checking my phone
Hurting, falling, snapping
i don't know why you did what you did or why youre here now
Apr 23, 2020
Apr 23, 2020 at 1:21 AM UTC
Writhing within her chains of thorns,
Feeling great intense remorse-
Never sure of what she is-
Confused
Dazed
Sleepless and insecure
There are the years you learn
You learn to live, to thrive
but some don't make it out alive
Apr 11, 2020
Apr 11, 2020 at 2:13 PM UTC
When she was fine with being alone
Felt comfortable and safe inside of her home
She got a visit from a guy
And then he told her he loved her
He grabbed her hand
And that’s when she realized she could fly
Aug 11, 2019
Aug 11, 2019 at 1:06 PM UTC
Blood was her life, staining her knife
Blood on her thighs, covered with lies
His finger had lingered where none other had
And that’s one of many things that made her sad
Jul 8, 2019
Jul 8, 2019 at 6:29 PM UTC
She kissed him
She missed him
But deep inside
Something crawled
Something she brawled
Jul 7, 2019
Jul 7, 2019 at 3:36 PM UTC
She pressed her hand against her chest to see if her heart was still there, beating. Sure enough, it was there, but it took a little while to feel it.
Jun 25, 2019
Jun 25, 2019 at 11:49 AM UTC
black fabric was the best choice
wishing they could hear her voice
through her earbuds she listened
it drowned out thoughts as her tears glistened
death was what she wanted
love was what she hunted
Jun 8, 2019
Jun 8, 2019 at 9:27 PM UTC
If her love was a story it’d be shaped with roses and thorns
Blood on her fingertips
Blood on her lips
Blood on her hips
All because of the cuts they left
But they were so pretty she thought she could trust them
Looks are deceiving
They all leave me bleeding
And maybe she would never learn
Not to touch the fire, it burns
May 26, 2019
May 26, 2019 at 5:03 PM UTC