J. Cole didn’t describe our love story.

“But love is wanting more for someone than they want for themselves.” You sent me this one evening when the end of our time together was a lot closer than the beginning. We both knew that things were not right, how could we not have known when the people we once were had drifted so […]

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Anxiety Stunts Your Growth

At one time in my life, before my thoughts were a constant battle between ice and fire: I woke up with optimism flowing between my bones. I woke up, swifted away the dust building upon the creases of my forehead, and wrote ” I see beauty” where the dust particles once lingered. I woke up […]

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I’ll Turn You Into Poetry

Don’t get too close, I’ll turn you into poetry. I’ll make a rhyme and a riddle of your insides. I’ll take the pain you’ve given to me, and I’ll romanticize the hurt. I’ll romanticize the screaming, the arguing, the ups and the downs. I’ll romanticize the space between our once intertwined fingertips- I’ll make anger […]

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Your Words

Your words scrape my self confidence down right to the brim. Your voice overpowers mine, because when you are angry I don’t get a say. I don’t get an opinion or the right to stand up for myself. Your words lack validation, your words leave me in a pit of emptiness, of loneliness. They jab […]

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Healing

I’ve learned that healing is not instant. I’ve learned that my characteristics, and the art kept inside my heart, is prone to sadness. It’s pretty shitty; the fact I’m unstable simply because of the only things I love about myself. I’m unstable because I trigger my deepest thoughts and feelings on a daily basis. I’m […]

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It’s Getting Bad Again

It’s getting bad again; I can feel the thoughts melting into puddles of rain. It’s getting bad again; I can feel the grumble of my stomach yet choose to ignore it anyways. It’s getting bad again; I am finding it so hard to kick my feet of the edge of my bed, and place them […]

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It’s Midnight.

It’s midnight and I could use a shoulder to rest my heavy head on; It’s midnight and I could use a soft hush to calm my somber thoughts. It’s midnight and I could use a set of careful hands to pick me up between the period of drunk and sober; I am at my absolute […]

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