Am I trying to find myself or erase myself. My eyes are sailing wondering what everyone thinks of me, it’s vines wrapping around my comfort. What is there thoughts, their opinions, their type, their dislikes and likes towards me. Am I good enough, am I invisible, how do I appear to them, how do I […]
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On that path to finding that dream which matches to the puzzle of my heart
He wants to wash away all my colors, paint his fantasy, but I won’t let him change me and take my paint brush from me.
So many things I wanted to be and do. You can’t find the magic while avoiding your dreams and heartbeat. Sitting in between a storm and the sunset, comfort can feel safe but leave you lonely with regrets the depth of an ocean. The stars feel too far away, but I’m tired of the reruns […]
Apology Letter to Myself
I’m sorry for giving up on you and treating your soul like broken glass and your body like a dirty river. The drinking, binge eating, and hating myself were abusive, and hiding in a hole by myself to avoid myself, and my pain. It makes me sad that I listened to their voiced, the hate, […]
Hold on
Can’t you see I’m barely hanging on. I’m tired of pretending I’m happy, that I’m not in pain, and twinkling this fake persona. Can you hold onto me? Here I go again foolishly turning my back on you and placing the distance back. But I don’t think I have the strength anymore to keep pushing […]
Can you love me, be my friend without placing me on egg shells.. My past has been full of restraints, control, being trapped in a haunted house. I want to feel whole and free. Can I live and do all the things I want to do with you being added to my castle filled with […]
I’ve been suppressing myself to stitch and pick everyone else up. Why do I have to drop everything, rebuild everything, be the answer, keep peeling another layer off of me. I’m withered, burnt out, and lost. But no one asks if I’m okay, just throws more of their complaints, struggles and pain at me with […]
Sipping my coffee with the sun. The wind is singing and the trees are turning. I think I have a new season coming too.
A Place Like This
In a bubble my distance is only so many feet. The trees, roads and sky always look busy. My anxiety is scared of the wind, the clouds are over my purpose. Can I skip to a new frame, somewhere far away where things don’t remain the same. I wanna go where the sky is pink, […]