Since I was 16 I dreamed of leaving, making the bed for the first time and cleaning a room once so lived in that the mess was organized by smell and height. A pillow in one arm, and a bag banging against my back as I lopped down the street, the midnight stars my guide. … Continue reading I Don’t Run
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Forgive Me of My Trespasses
I don't belong to you or this place I love you more that I can ever say, But I don't belong Never have. So when I ask you, to understand, to let go, I am asking you for your love, your forgiveness Because I must trespass against you in order to become what you see. … Continue reading Forgive Me of My Trespasses
Sticks and Stones Were the Games We Played
.....When I was younger I was picked on relentlessly. I was so pathetic, that even a foster kid, who was probably experiencing the shit-hole we sometimes call a foster-care system, would degrade me, and this was what, head-start, kindergarten? Fat Lazy Loser Poor Pathetic Dirty Stupid.... My friends were the kids on the edges of … Continue reading Sticks and Stones Were the Games We Played
Shall We
Shall I be more for you, than warmed skin in the dead of night, caressing deep blue oceans that are only visible in the sky. Taste me, bittersweet symphony of sweat that pools where ribcages dip and soft valleys are met. Shall I be this dance we are all too scared to commit? scarred into … Continue reading Shall We