I am more than just my pieces Every little broken piece, Every jagged edge A slice of a finger At the touch of my skin I am more than just my pieces I can't yearn for you to glue me together I can not look at you as though your job is to Make me... Continue Reading →
To the girl I met today, I want you to know, that I feel your torment. In the way that you evade my eyes in the way that your eyes gloss over with the pink tinge of a girl that has cried from the full of the moon till it blessed us with... Continue Reading →
I have heard her say day after day how much she loved him I watched her carefully strut her way down the stairs Gentle hands gliding down polished banisters I gazed as I saw her purposely choosing every little morsel of lunch That would go with him that day to work Every ingredient chosen with... Continue Reading →
