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Tell me how much you hate me. Make the words stay. I see it in your eyes… You don’t have to put your love on display. Because you don’t know how to love someone like me… Repeat it back twice, the pain captured my melody. You’re too much…. Too much for a heart that’s broken…

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Just like you planned

No one can hate me the way I can. I’m my number one enemy and my number one fan. What you don’t say kills me just like you planned. Even if you were here I don’t think you’d ever understand. It’s a one way relationship and there’s nothing more left in me. I’m more used…

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Left Me

Try to numb myself from the pain. Addiction knows no other way. Why do I need you to care? You’re still on the clothes and make up I wear. I love you and I hate you too. If you could see what you put me through. Dig a hole deeper. Happiness doesn’t want to keep…

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All I Know

Misery… I have a toxic relationship with you. The more I pull away… You pull me in to stay. And you won’t ever hear this. I didn’t want you when I had you. But now you’re gone and it’s your presence I miss… Attachment isn’t love and it wants to be. They say…. They say……

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You don’t love me anymore…

Can you really lose what you never had? You’re no longer in my life, I guess it’s what I wanted and I should be glad. Oh the words you will never hear. And the pain you gave me to fear. They tell me… I should get get over what you’ve done and move on. But…

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After love

You stole my voice with your hands… Hands forcing me into one of your little gilded cages. My heart screamed against the bars, until there wasn’t a sound left. Smile. You told me to smile, tears streaming unnoticed on your sleeve. She hides within these walls. Walls high enough to disappear beyond rose painted clouds.…

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Truth Revealed

You lost your husband, I lost my father. Never could be the perfect kind of daughter. It hurts me still, maybe it always will. There wasn’t a part of me he didn’t kill. And I’m healing slowly, taking my time to feel. I have to separate what’s make believe and what was real. Trauma lens…protected…

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