Will I hurt her just the same/Inflicting my Hereditary pain

All that we are, two names, crossed in the stars.

She’s one of a kind.

*TW* SA. Essentially this is a poem about how my body went into fight or flight mode and how I resent the choices I made in traumatic situations.

I don't have a drinking problem, I just have problems when I drink....

I still feel the same as I did at 15, debilitatingly insecure, begging to be seen.

This is a bit simplistic for me. But I’m learning not everything has to be a metaphor or some deep realization.

I’ll never forget this place and how it reeks of my bitter after taste.

A metaphor about how words can hold weight and the damage they create.

Awake. ⚠️TW⚠️ depressive ideologies At face value, this poem is about my sleeping issues. But if you choose to dive deeper, I hope you can find the theme of discontentment with oneself.

Bulletproof. That I am not.

Trouble in twilight. Instead of trouble in paradise.

A work in progress.

Blurred lines.

Pieces of you. A poem about wanting to fix someone you love. As much as you try, if they don’t want to fix themselves, then there’s no point .

Sad Girl Club. ⚠️TRIGGER WARNING⚠️ contains depressive tendencies

What I need. This is about normalizing what you need. I use to think asking for what I need made me needy. That’s not the case. If people make you feel like you’re hard to love then they aren’t deser...

Living in Sin. Love is love. Being Bisexual isn’t a sin. Love who you love.