All those little things you left behind... Are now my trinkets. Lonely artifacts of us... now only meaningful to me.
When you locked me outyou didn't throw away the key. You just hid it from my sight... Underneath what laid right in front of me.
Rusted metal and frosted glass stained with my inner desires. Bottled, sealed, and packed away... Stored with the rest you've acquired.
My secrets made me feel temporarily invincible. My lies made me feel permanently suffocated. My honesty made me feel breathtakingly free. Now here I am. Simply me.
Tonight doesn't feel like a poetry kind of night... It feels like a thinking/venting night and fuck... have I been thinking and wanting to vent it out. This week... lord has it been a week. Honestly... it's been a beautiful disaster of a seven day stretch and I feel as if I've somehow done a … Continue reading This Week…
So, here you are again. Reading my writing and personal thoughts. Now that I somehow turned you onto this... I'll start from the beginning. It's a bit depressing, growing up fat. Well... obese. There. Fucking said it. I had always been the fat kid. Never the first picked for anything. Always the odd one out. … Continue reading From the Beginning