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I used to believe that it was me.
That I was broken.
I used to believe that I was the reason you left; that I was too dark to be loved.
That I deserved to be left behind.
I used to believe it was me!
I looked in the mirror everyday and I cried praying to God that he fix me.
Thinking that there was something wrong.
Praying to God that he would make me worthy of your love.
Friday 25th March 2022 4:26 pm
You won’t go to therapy
Your clothes everywhere
It is because your Daddy never cared?
Run away from your problems
Change friends all the time
Is that why you smoke weed all the time?
And wine every day
No wonder you pushed all your friends away
Video games are a way of life
like it depends on...
Wednesday 29th September 2021 1:43 pm
Wednesday 25th August 2021 12:23 pm
Your cell walls fresh-free
of their love.
must be dumbly plucked from each pink pore,
thrown to landfill,
labelled 'Hazardous biowaste, may cause hideous burns'.
Third, make re-chaste your newly bleach-scoured bone and blotted clean flesh
with a sore blessing of Domestos and clov...
Saturday 9th January 2021 2:05 pm
You lie awake in bed with your eyes swollen from the tears and the pain
Wondering why you deserve to hurt
You play back scenes in your head thinking , " Was it all fake!"
The smiles, the love, the times we laid together in bed, talking about children, and houses by the lake
You close your eyes and tears fall down your face and you cry to God , " Please, please make it all go away!"
Monday 25th May 2020 5:46 pm
Why say I'm sorry
for something in which
you had no part?
Because, shallow as those
two words may seem...
the gesture plays
a pivotal role in
healing a broken heart.
Thursday 17th January 2019 10:59 pm
Ive changed all the locks and the ways to my heart
Ive patched up the holes you tore all apart
Repainted the lies you captured me with
Remodeled my life from pain to pure bliss
I no longer miss you, I pity your soul
Ive worked long and hard to patch up these holes
The space is all new
I can rent it out
This space is all mine and what Im about
Your key will not work
Friday 31st August 2018 10:10 pm
A woman cries for now she knows
Her love is unconditional
Weeping at the empty kitchen table
One, two, three in the morning
None are awake but her
Right hand reaches out to air
“There was no choice to make!”
Yet she always knew, in some way
Either too much to handle
Or not enough
But always cast aside
Anger will not manifest
Tuesday 21st November 2017 7:57 pm