Love..

Love..

I lost the love of my life last night. We’d been together two years. It’s the right move for us, but it hurts so damn bad. The heart doesn’t want what the mind knows.

Love..

A poem written for broken hearts.

A poem detailing the wonderful creative madness of a person all alone.

Girl..

I suffer from depression and endured years of bullying at school, usually at the hands of my so-called friends. Girls are mean. As much as I hated them, I came to hate myself more for being unable to stop their tormenting behavior. This poem captures some of the feelings.

How touching you are sliding across my arm.

What if?