Your loathing touch unnerves me.

Two lonely people took a chance on love.

You know that moment when suddenly the world and everyone and everything in it just seems different… even you do?

Beautiful Lines 29.

Just me ranting and raving on about feeling sorry for myself.

You take your frustrations out on me.

When you finally feel secure in your life, you can’t help but get that uneasy feeling that anything can come and take it all away again.

Poem About Fake People.

A poem about being proud of your body in spite of your insecurities.

My first Cinquain that I’ve published about bullying. Please give feedback.