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

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

The tears are here but I did not ask for them.  They were not invited. No invitation was given.

Pills and Dicks.

He forced it in my mouth. I’ve told him countless times I can’t take it in. But he doesn’t listen! It wasn’t so bad at first I enjoyed swallowing but as time got on my throat wasn’t accustomed to the foreign ‘alien’ sliding down my throat everyday. And naturally started protesting so by definition I