06.06.16 I don’t remember what it’s like to not feel broken. To not feel the shards that are somehow holding me up slowly tearing at the rest of my being with each breath I take. To not have my mind filled with all the horrible thoughts you’ve induced in me about myself so much...

I was cold floors and brain storms Thoughts that could make sense of everything too far apart to create coherence Constantly spreading myself far too thin trying to push them together I was caged shards of something that was once a heart Pieces craving to be whole but too scared of the brokenness that...

Do not fall in love with me. There’ll be no trace of humanity left when I’m done with you. I’m mended bones and shattered soul, shards of the heart that I once had strewn carelessly all over my consciousness. Do not get close to me, all I have, all I am, is a past...

I keep waiting for you to leave. I look for it, the look he has embedded in his eyes, the frown lines nailed to his forehead as if he constantly wonders why I’m his. I search for it in your touch: it being the absent loving touches he fails to bless my mother with,...