Our home

You shaped them Moulding my insecurities to your narrative You warped my expectations Reasonable expectations and they took another form. It was disguised as mending Fixing Building But the foundations you lay were sloppy. The communicative cement that binds each brick was laced in deceit and hidden truths. The bricks themselves were half hearted and

Sharing helps understanding Sharing solves problems Sharing cures infectious depressions Sharing provides clarity Sharing is knowledge Knowledge is power. Our conversation could be the voltage needed to stand up and make the change. A change. Thought we were in this together. Felt a partnership brewing- I felt wrong. Sharing is not your intention and i

Family

Blood is thicker than water. Thicker than water is your toxic nature. The poison you have learnt to love. The acid you have used to form relationships. The infection that is your thought process. The blight that collects within you poisons me too. Blood is thicker than water. So, I must endure as you are blood

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Your attentive nature covered me in a blanket of ease. I didn’t realise I’d get so hot within it that my pain ridden words would attack and burn it into ashes. I anticipate your return, With a fire extinguisher. Please.

Fireworks

Waiting for the day my insecurities won’t stop you from loving me.  My reactions to your actions hurt. And my depth lies in the learnt. My learnt actions My routines Of checking and updating your transparent existence on a platform of illusion. My heart shines when thinking of you then it flutters…  …fire works shoot

An unconventional goodbye letter.

As she wills a step forward  The heart is were you left it.   When turning around, she can see it there suspended… Waiting for you to  catch up. Logic refuses to pause   it stumbles ahead keeping her face turned afront, ahead, focused. The juxta heart imbedes its veins into its position. Carving pain and

The Rhetoric Intersection

It is at the intersection you will find out… what we are really made of. Whether you are willing to try another path. Are you willing to walk along the shrapnel infested path barefoot? What if it leads you to your goal? What about a path that gathers pain with each  delicate step? Imagine a

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