I cannot stop hating my body. Fuck, how I want to be That proud, free, careless woman Showing it all without a thought Never apologizing for my skin My rolls, my lines, my folds And I’m not. I’m not there. And I want to love myself for that too To embrace and give kindness The... Continue Reading →
Pale and withdrawn Afraid to be seen Like an invalid Lost to the light for years Now shuddering in the sun. In love with the journey But obstinately, firmly shut off To any dalliances along the way. Tell me, how else should it be? How else can it be? Hiding from revelation Is the only... Continue Reading →
When you have no outlet for your pain and your fears, you end up caught in a cycle of self-destructive thoughts. You may turn to anything and everything to try to numb your brain, but it only helps temporarily.
It would be a wonderful friendship, if it wasn’t for the inconvenient truth that I’m still in love with you.