Tightening the rope; slowly pulling into the distinct shape of a noose, veins puffy and tired of struggling. No control, except what you...

Excitement, disappointment, to cautious overthinking. False hopes, manic dreams. Who's to blame- The ever-giving heart that's always...

Whistling loudly is the sun's hot air Above and around me; encapsulating. I'd hoped it would be freeing, exhilarating, But, only bringing...

Of certain things I’m sure- without certainty, of course; all love loses, whether to hatred, disdain, or simply time; we’re more than our...

I can definitely relate to most of the types of love that have been categorized. I’ve felt passion and attraction, and I’ve felt the calm...

You only speak up When you need a recommendation, A favor, Or my body. Exploding accusations; I’m the darkest part of your mind -Until...

The problem is, I care too much. It translates into missing us; But, me not loving me enough, To know it never was. She deserves two to...

Just before death, I pulled the devil. Charismatic, troubled and always a rebel. Ten big swords, three bloody hearts, A climbing tower;...

I am an excellent verbal communicator- on most days. I try to be friendly and engaging, look people in their eyes when they speak,...

My preferred method of verbal communication has always been in the form of writing. When I was younger, I learned about different forms...

I try my best to live my life with an open mind, in everything I do, everyone I meet and all that I encounter. Obviously, that’s often...

I won't ever be the victim again. I won't explain myself and my choices any longer. I don't owe you or anyone else a damn thing. It is...

Relax- he's waiting for you to scream; sitting back watching for you to fail. He's gnawing at his dry fingernails, anticipating your...

As a person that has withstood numerous trials in life, I have found myself necessitating adaptability over all things. Growing up, my...

Your black-tar heart and calloused hands still creep inside my head; caressing and bleeding into me, rotten inside and out. You revel in...

Our story was never something I could share with the whole world; It was short, not a novel And full of twists and turns. Now he loves...

The issue with borrowed sex- it sometimes becomes borrowed love, which is often confused as soulmates and is always earth-shatteringly...

Somedays you'd look at me with the stars in your eyes, and I'd be guilted by the beauty. Somedays I'd feel nothing at all. Most days I'd...

He used to love the idea of me Sneaking around, Making plans, Sharing secrets. Used to love long talks, Secret rendezvous and Late night...

I'm just not motherly enough because her socks don't match, and sometimes she plays in pajamas with her hair wild, like her soul. I'm not...