What If
What IF?
I pour out a bucketful of tears
cry out my insecurities
bleed out my distrust and mistrust
let out the skeletons in my closet.
Would that be vulnerable enough for you? Continue Reading
What IF?
I pour out a bucketful of tears
cry out my insecurities
bleed out my distrust and mistrust
let out the skeletons in my closet.
Would that be vulnerable enough for you? Continue Reading
But how much more than deceit can you expect from the son of a serpent? I’ll translate that into money then at least I’ll feel like I earned something from being the fool’s fool. Like a day’s wage in servitude. Continue Reading
As there is a thin line between love and hate, I must admit, loving a person has never felt this great.
They say time heals all wounds, but some wounds cannot be healed ‘cause with permanent scars, they have been sealed.
How do you mend a broken heart? How do you get back up, and where do you start? Continue Reading
Every time I got hurt, in an effort to up my self esteem or move on, I got involved with someone else, whether I cared or not and I always felt better – temporarily of course. I had simply been covering the fresh wounds with band aids. Let me tell you why I feel this way. Continue Reading
You betrayed yourself. You never loved yourself. Wait, babe. I am not saying you’re stupid, but I’m asking you why didn’t you doubt me for a second? How could you be eager, without anxiety, knowing that I am human just like you? One who errs? Continue Reading