embrace // a poem

I love the way you whispered how I'm driving you crazy. I love the force behind your kiss, when you sensed I was nervous. I love the desire I saw you had, the way your fingertips traces my skin, and I

i fall in love.. // a peom

I will swallow my pride for your sake. I will text you first, I will tell you when I miss you, I will tell you everyday how I appreciate you being in my life. If we are to part ways, I will not have it

bury it // a poem

why do you both like my qualities, and want to ruin them? you say you respect my being a virgin, admire it even, but then expect me to sacrifice it for your sake. you say you like how i'm headstrong,

hickeys // a poem

I wish I wasn't concerned with my loneliness, just accept that I have no intimacy, and view it as the blessing it it. But it's the one emotion that, as illogical as it seems, I cannot set aside.

war wounds // a poem

You can't simultaneously treat me like a baby, and expect me to act like an adult, You can't simultaneously regulate everything I do, while encouraging me to be responsible. You can't simultaneously say

yeah, you broke my heart, but you made such a beautiful muse...

and when I cry over him at night, I'm not just mourning our downfall, but also the image I had of myself, being shattered. I'm not this weak, impressionable girl who gets caught up in petty feeling. I

my own mistake // a poem

practicing self love is so liberating. forgiving yourself for your mistakes, taking time to heal, relying on no one but yourself for acceptance. It is so profound and so important, and yet so very rare.

independence // a poem

There's not enough time in the world, to accomplish all that I want. I say this, after a long day of doing nothing. I'm overwhelmed by the burden of learning, or doing, of seeing, and in protest, I let

scars // a poem

Someone once told me don't worry about what others think, you are no mind reader, and you are just projecting your doubt. He was right, you see, and I realized how often I was wrong. Until one day, I wasn't.

healing lips // a poem

i bought a feather so