We live in a world of eerie silenc… about all the things that matter m… a world of no hands I want to know but I don’t want to ask Why are you so quiet after I’ve f…
His kiss was like war the way it stole something from yo… but you could never pin point what His touch was like a service station hold up the way it left yo…
Growing up I learned to love all things bruises bruising being bruised how the colours so easily
I used to see my body the way a child plays with play dough love the bumpy and the squishy bits it could
I laid it down upon the bed the soft blanket of anxiety which would cover me while I slept wrapped around me tightly
I did not feel home hear me clinging to him like children cling to their mothers in the unknown arms of
Looking beside me I saw the rain… sunlight like a veil, becoming heavier. It rained the same way many of us… At first nothing, then light
When I kiss those lips the only thing I feel is that hand, on the back of
Deep cuts hurt more When I touch you is it sore? Deeper are the ones that scar Do you notice when I’m far? I won’t mean to cause you pain
When she was a little girl of the age of 8 or 9 she had a dream every night she wished that she could fly When she grew to 12 years old
The wounds were not for you to mend my cruel needs not your kind and lightness in a heart can’t rid a darkness of the mind I’ve been soaked by sympathy
When your worries and your burdens become too much to bare come to me my darling the weight we both can share Our love could last a lifetime
Only the saddest people know the dark side Of cold spoons and ice packs Of sleeping and staying
Nearby to a riverbed under the shadows of the night was a string of gumnuts, illuminated by moonlight Now upon approaching
I walked into my bedroom after a nine hour shift and caught a whiff of heat and the feeling of him. It’s been eight years: