I used to wake up sweating On cold winter nights From nightmares Of demons past Then you came And my dreams returned Of flowers and beautiful endings You promised they would last Then you left And I fell apart In a sea of questions How did My saving grace Become my sleepless nights? How can you take away my nightmare And replace it with another?
My grandma Always had a way with words She once said to me Child, Don't go proving love With words It is not a thing that's hidden It is clear as day. Love may be blind But you aren't And neither is she.
I've never claimed To be the kind of strong- Who stands In the face of someone That has caused them pain And asks, why? Why do I hurt? And why are you the source?
Closure will always be a complicated subject for me.
Spent a lot of time at Dawn staring at the mirror. Sometimes that's all it takes to attain self recognition, at least enough to whisper to myself - You are enough. Broken, but enough still. And so I say it over and again Until I begin to believe it too