You say; 'There are worse things that could have happened!' Because he didn't touch me with his hands, but I was raped none-the-less. He didn't need to touch my body, all he had to do was get into my head; To make me see, that I was his, and his alone. 'Nobody will ever want someone … Continue reading There are worse things.
I wish you would kiss me, I wish you would hold me, I wish you would let me in. I wish for rainy day embraces, I wish for handpicked flowers, I wish to stay in your arms for hours. I wish for you to tell me how you feel.
I saw you for the first time in three years. You were seated, seven rows from me to my right. I was there for my friends graduation, and you were there for your girlfriends. Seeing you there, in your suit and tie, caused my pain. I grieved a life I could have had, and went … Continue reading I saw you.
Today, my brain is screaming "give me a reason to live!" This catastrophization is the result of me taking my medication late. There are shakes, as if going into withdrawal, dry lips and weak knees, and tears. All symptoms of the let-down. On days like these, my sanity is lost.
I've spent a lot of time Hating myself. And a lot more time Hating my creator. Simply because Instead of ticking like everyone one else I was created to tock.
You look at me and I'm sixteen again. Giddy and girly, Lost in the ambrosia of romance, With muddled words and awkward hands.
My heart is happy. Buzzing, Like ones does after 5 cups of coffee; Or so I'm told. I don't drink coffee, but that's beside the point. My heart is happy. And that's amazing, Because for a long time It wasn't.
The clouds linger Low And the rain Mists, Which is very odd For early February In Australia. I've just finished My a nine-hour day, Collapsing into my Bed, Windows bathing me In an overcast glow. For some strange reason I think of you. I think of you, For the first time In three years. … Continue reading You.
He came to me Again last night, Never in flesh Always in my Sleep. He pinned me Down, Helpless my heart Lept. Hands, Too many of them, Grabbed at my body. No matter How much I Struggled, He continued to Go about his Work.
I stand at the door; Hand outstretched, Knuckles white and Arms trembling. I know I have to knock, But I'm afraid of what I will find on The other side. I was kind, right? Compassionate to all? I gave to the needy and lonesome! I tried hard to play by The rules? But I also lied … Continue reading Father, take me home