The first time she knows It's unsafe Her guard is non-existent A terrifying and lonely space Her guard is her cover; her cape He is... He removes her... Now her heart battles her head Fuck! She leads with her head as it protects her from what her heart desires Safety - he will not protect… Continue reading Her Guard
She thought, this is supposed to be a good thing, right? Single Figuring out what she wants, right? Having her time, right? She don't need no man girlllll, right? Still waiting for it to feel ok, right?
What's on your mind right now? Go! It's not the answer she expected to hear. It was an answer that stung, but enticed. Made her heart say, be cautious my luv. What are your passions, your plans, your...? She asked. Again, Honesty...Transparency...Coldness... Caution. She thought, the pain feels comforting though. Curiosity She ask...and ask...and ask,… Continue reading Cautious and Curious
She wrote poetry even though he'd taken her words She wrote poetry because she still believes love exist She wrote poetry to help her forget
Love, Get Hurt, Repeat
She has felt loneliness before, but it was never a bother Now To ruminate over the fact that it had always been one sided is a new level of alone. She thought, I was never his first thought. Always an after. Always a forced thought because she appeared. He never needed her. Only physically wanted… Continue reading New Levels of Alone