Can superheroes truly be super, if they die in droves?One after the otherOne by oneto ashes, to dust,wind sweeping them across my feet, dirtying the whites of my shoes like the dust of my youth once did. They didn't all wear capes. They wore cardigans, and glasses.They smelled of fire, of thick clothes and leatherThey … Continue reading Loss of Faith
How dare you make me feel bad, for not loving myself. Yes, you, you in the mirror. You across the table. You, on my phone, telling me about your concern without... actually... asking... me what it is that I need. How dare all of you. I don't have to love me. I don't have to … Continue reading I Don’t Love Me, So What?
She made me feel, made me believe, that I was the abusive one. "Why are you always on the phone?" "Can you please just spend time with just me?" "I'm not comfortable with your friends." "I don't think you are a good person around him." "You are treating me like crap." "You are my wife. … Continue reading Insanity
The pain you feel is real you're not asleep but it's a nightmare Have you ever looked fear in the face And said I just don't care? Everyday I fight a war against the mirror I can't take the person starin' back at me It's all mine...it's my reality...it's just too much for me Looks … Continue reading Found Poem-P!nk