i told him i had trust issues, and he said it was okay– that he was a living hurricane, who hid behind a deluge of feelings— but it was just a romantic notion, to think that two broken people could somehow fix each other, so i chose to barricade myself in the safety of my … More Weathered


here i go again, missing you and wondering why everything reminds me of a love that we never even had.


poetry flows through my veins as i lay in bed at night but slips between my fingers when i wake in the morning– and i have since learned that my innermost feelings will never allow the light of day to seep through the cracks of their velvety darkness, which is what causes so much of … More Hidden