my love, it seems

my love, it seems, is never good enough for the people i want to keep. they like to drain my heart and soak in its warmth till they've quenched their thirst and then leave in the most heartbreaking ways ever. people like to take my emotions into their hands and mould it into agony and … Continue reading my love, it seems


it is what it is

he's there, but at the same time he's not. he taunts me with his presence i cannot touch yet still makes me wish for the impossible when my mind knows i'm holding a dead rose which no one wants to water but i cannot bring myself to bury the past yet. i see your face … Continue reading it is what it is

guardian angel

she knows how to mend my heart without tape and glue and heal my wounds without stitches and thread; she knows how to guard my back without reaching for a knife and she knows how to shelter me from danger without buying me a house. she treats me without adorning me in silver and gold; … Continue reading guardian angel

demon child

i'm a demon child who has perfected leaving a trail of destruction where she dares to walk; my heart - it beats to the tears you spill; my veins surge with wrath and i happily remember to take another breathe because the spite in me wants to see the agony i cause with the fires … Continue reading demon child

do they?

mourning for a life you've only touched in dreams; weeping for a heart that flutters at the things we all take for granted; no one suspects no one knows no one sees you choking gasping being throttled by delusionary hands tightening their grip as you refuse to poison your soul with the medicine and therapy … Continue reading do they?

an ugly mask

it lives inside me and eats away at my soul yet i refuse to feed it and instead douse it in hope - that one day things will be different. i struggle to breathe without tasting bitterness and it takes a lot of rewiring to replace that anguish with dreams patched up with stitches of … Continue reading an ugly mask


i strain against the invisible memories suffocating me, choking me, denying me of air; i purge myself of all the things that anchor me down. i don't try to hold on, instead i let the relief wash over me and cleanse my soul with the tenderness that comes alongside letting go of the haunting past; … Continue reading catharsis