Today I took my paint brush and painted over myself, over all my flaws and all that I am.
I became a blank canvas, erasing myself from existence with only a couple of strokes.
But what I couldn’t erase was what I left behind when I was gone, not the tears that were shed or the sorrow I caused.
Nor the long nights of restless sleep many got, and the thousands of questions they asked themselves wond...
Little words
Simple gestures
Side eyed looks
Suck it up
Pretend it doesn’t exist
Look the other way
Harsh criticism
Slammed doors
Indifference
Become numb to it
Put your headphones in
Acceptance
Holes in walls
Bruised skin
Hollowed cheeks
Flinch away fast enough
Tear stained pillowcases
Protruding rib cages
Empty eyes
Deathly hands on my neck
Screaming echoing
Dirt packed all arou...
You Never Asked, But…
I wore your jacket to bed for weeks straight after you lent it to me.
I stayed up late writing to you in my journal as if you’d ever read it.
On the days I showed up for school it was just to see you.
It’s been ten years and I still feel the tingling in my fingertips from when yours touched mine.
I held onto you for far longer than acceptable when you’d hug me, just to feel t...
Meek and naive - Withering
Eighteen and problem some - Crumbling
Surrounded yet lonely - Eroding
Attention seeking behavior - Wasting Away
The center of any room - Deteriorating
Desperate for love - In ruins
Low standards - Fading
Powerful and Intelligent - Strong
Twenty Eight and caring - Flourishing
Loved and loving - Growing
Thoughtful Individual - Thriving
Wholesome friend - Building
Des...
Blankets shrouded my mirrors,
Covering them to elude myself of my image.
Papers scattered my desk top with dozens of numbers to mark each molecule entering my Physique.
I lived amass a dark cold existence for far too many years to count.
But anew, I take pride in my face, my rosy cheeks, and elegant nose.
I don’t count anymore but take pride in cooking daily.
Life is no longer dreary and I am no l...
He used violent strokes when he did his best work,
Throwing back his arms and flicking his wrists flinging vibrant red across the canvas.
The colors would dance in rhythm with each other, splattering in unique structures and shapes.
Beads of sweat would drip down the bridge of his up turned nose in requiem for the effort.
His eyes heated by the effort bent on the latest masterpiece, they burned ho...
Memory Breathes like a cataclysmic tide
With Sharp rocky tendrils reaching out
Bent on my demise, I’m shattered through.
Slammed against the walls too high to escape,
My body wrecks the havoc in a never ending Nightmare.
Pulled under into icy salt water, my lungs fill with water instead of the screams I’ve released.
There I stay battered and bruised as memory breathes through me endlessly....
I never was an early riser.
In fact most nights when I’m alone ,
I don’t sleep until I see the first rays of light
Reflecting through my window.
I never minded it much until I laid beside you,
Curled up in the safety of your arms.
Listening to your soft snores I was lulled to sleep, and just before you woke I found myself mesmerized.
You see, I never was an early riser.
But as I lay beside you an...
He calls me his Princess,
Though I won’t ever wear a crown.
To him, I am royalty and I am worthy.
If he had it his way he would build me a thousand castles just to see me smile.
Dig a mote and fill it with every creature imaginable, and cast a draw bridge across it and place me on the fairest stead of gelding.
He would plant a thousand Sun flowers just below my window knowing all to well they are ...
Death is a dear friend of mine,
He and I have met on many occasions.
I knocked quietly at his door and no matter the hour he always answered for me.
I never stayed too long, though in deaths home there is much peace and tranquility.
He poured me a cup of tea and patted the chair next to him offering me a seat.
He looked tired and worn from perhaps many years of constant visitor, though he never co...
