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the wrong ones
i cried myself to sleep again last night. thinking about all the things that could be wrong with me.why so many people—no, let’s be honest, men—have hurt me the way they have. another night spent wonderingif i’m really that hard to love.if i’m really that complicated a soulto truly care for. i spent the night… — read more
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My dark cloud
I felt it creep in, slowly,Like a snake slithering through the weeds on its muscled body.Maneuvering in a way that let its presence be known without being seen. The weight of it began to crush me.The air in my lungs dissipated,My nails bled from trying to scratch my way out.It was too late.Like the final… — read more
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