I have something to tell you, but I’m not sure how to say it. Are you happy? I want you to be happy, But I’m not sure what to do– I feel like I’m tiptoeing around shattered glass, Picking up stray pieces, Wondering where they came from. I want to tell you something, But I… Continue reading Are you Happy?
A Word to the Wise Your words are venom– The kind of venom that gets beneath the skin and spreads like a bug bite. A bee sting. The kind of feeling you get from someone repeatedly pricking every inch of your skin with a fine needle– You’re bearable, but miserable. Your skin is corroding beneath… Continue reading Venom
I am scared of a lot of things. I'm scared of ISIS, terrorism, disease, and people hiding in the dark, waiting for people like me. I am scared of him. I am scared of being alone, and having no one to go to. I am scared of disappointing my parents, getting pregnant before I get married,… Continue reading This is Not a Black and White Story