I understand why we get stuck sometimes. Hearts are stubborn. They sink their hooks into bad habits that look like people and dreams. But look at how much we give of ourselves. Our most precious gifts handed over to another who may, or may not, value them as much as we do. There's so few … Continue reading 40



Don't give me a love that's subtle If you're coming for me come bare knuckled with guns blazing Come wipe the soot off my heart from being burned before And come bravely or not at all Timidity bores me and anything ordinary must be meant for someone else. Not me I want love like lighting … Continue reading 39

perspective in 38

for the past holds only this wisdom that love is a damaging mistake, and its accomplice, hope, a treacherous illusion. and if ever these twin poisonous flowers will begin to sprout again I will uproot them and ditch them long before they take hold. I want to tear myself from this place and rise up … Continue reading perspective in 38


I am my own biggest critic before anyone else has criticized me, I have already criticized myself. But for the rest of my life, I am going to be with me and I don't want to spend my life with someone who is always critical. So I am going to stop being my own critic, … Continue reading 37


crawling inside myself deeper coiled serpent throwing daggers with insane precision into my scars a thousand winds blowing the cold upon the softly shinning stars and words are dead dripping letters into nonsensical paragraphs pieces of me scattered rooted in the infernal void long live the word monday, 14/08/17

pain in 34

blood runs black I slip into familiar comfortable numbness and I rewind your words, for a moment, scorched letters turned to ashes a memory suspended a shelter with a hope a cruel lie poisoned lips thy honesty was drunk bleed it out thursday, 10/08/17