We go to bed at night, trusting we will wake up. And I imagine slipping away in my sleep, would feel like falling for you.

Why am I attracted to what is not spiritually nourishing? I know you are toxic, yet I still crave a taste. I like to believe I am the writer of my own story, the creator of my own destiny, but here I have

I don't have goals, I have dreams, and dreams they will forever stay.

I have conquered my emotions and can turn them off at will. I'm an apathetic zombie, no pain, but also no love. No will to live, to learn, to give. Without them I am nothing. Is it better than being hurt?

If only love truly came from the heart, then I could fashion a lead ribcage to keep the toxins out.

I love looking back at what I have written in the past, not having remembered. A lovely surprise to see how I've grown, and a sense of pride in surviving the process.

i believe in love above all things, it is not fallible, and could never let us down

Do I have dreams or goals? Will I keep on imagining, or one day achieve them. The former is easier, but the latter what I truly want. I am torn between trying, and settling.

independent // a poem

Do I care about your opinion, or do I care because it matches mine? I know what you say is true but denial helps me cope. One day I will be grateful, and be strong enough to let it change me, but for now

what i need.. // a poem

fear of failure // a poem

Words do not come naturally to me, I cannot bleed them out on a page. I am too calculated, too forgiven, and I desperately need to change.

burnt out

i wander on this night to a familiar state one only in reach when you are drowning in l o n l i n e s s

It might be a strange desire to one day get so angry that I punch something stronger than I, until my knuckles split and my feelings leave me in the form of blood. It might be strange, but what a better

There's times where being hidden in the background is refreshing. Just getting to listen and learn without the pressure if contributing. And I am thankful to be accepted as the quiet person I am. But then

individuality

it hurts being so expendable. I could walk out of someones life unnoticed. And when I want you to fight for me, you respond with a smirk. How could you believe you are worth a fight? How could someone

ablaze