you never know how much
you truly suffer

until you’ve caused your
own sufferings

spooky season

a simple time for fun

turned out to be the nightmare it should have been

“girl it’s ‘hot girl summer,’ don’t get caught up with these ******.”

i understood but that statements was blanketed with unhappiness and insecurity. wanting to have fun but sacrificing so much for it. like drugs and war. we fought for drugs in the wrong places.

legs intertwined
and breath drawn

one heartbeat

and the sad fact it was over

rain droplets shadowed the clear
window

exposing what was there
but could never be

how sad would it be
if two people
meant to be together

never had a chance
because they were too scared
to leave their

toxic
jail cells
of relationships.