Happiness//Healing

I hope that someday you become so filled with happiness that it heals each and every broken part of you. Advertisements

Deconstructed

You took me apart piece by piece. Separated each fragment of my body and my soul and laid me along the earth. I thought you looked at me like I was one of Neptune’s moons but I didn’t realize you were analyzing me the way a predator does prey.   You pushed aside my  poetry…

14 Tips For Your 14 Years

-Learn to love yourself before putting your love into another. Arden -High school is overwhelming. Don’t fall behind on your assignments. Arden -Find your passion. That’s when you’ll discover it doesn’t matter what people think. Maya S.  -Loving yourself is the most important thing a girl can do. You can’t just say it, you have…

Things I Wanted To Say But Never Did

You destroyed me. Like, you really, really messed me up. Not the little paper cut that can be healed with a band aid. You left a gaping wound winding across my torso. Stitches became a joke and I was left to bleed onto that hallway carpet alone. I loved you. I knew I cared about you…

Naiya

You are really underappreciated. I know I remind you constantly of how much I adore you and how deeply you’ve impacted my life. I don’t remind you enough, though. I could take every waking moment of each day for the next 30 years to tell you “I love you and you are important”. Assuming 8…

Flames

What is so wrong with me that I end up hurting everyone I come in contact with? Every person, every soul ends up tinged tainted tattered Is it something in my blood? Is there yet another chemical imbalance within my brain, creating every hopeful relationship I have with another person, only to mechanically turn it…

Collision

We are broken people. We are such chaotically, incredibly broken people. Rust carries worn out words through our veins. Our ears ring with the sounds of oceans and insincerity.  We are two disasters; a hurricane and a volcanic eruption. Each of our worlds are so vastly different and complex. We are the daughter of Apollo and the son…

Anonymous Letters To Anonymous People

It’s weird; I’ve become sort of numb, used to feeling your absence now. It will tap me on the shoulder on occasion, but it never truly, fully hits me. I think I’ve blocked it out. I think I stopped allowing myself to feel such things awhile ago. It’s been so gradual and subtle that it didn’t phase…

Heartbeat

You are still wrapped up in my blankets in a “cocoon” sitting on my floor with your back against my closet door. I am leaning on you head in your lap cushioned by several layers of my duvet and grey throw. I hear- no. I feel your heartbeat against my head gently through your band…