your love for someone gives you no right to manipulate them and turn them away from what they want, what is best for them, and what will help them to grow, because you want them to stay or even if it is to protect them you don’t get to have that control you’re not the one…

even the slightest gesture that can be mistaken as a sign of disinterest, when you are finally addressing your feelings, sends you off the deep end i throw my rope in, but you tug the wrong way, as you yell, i realize you think you’re me taking me down with you, but we are not…

be aware of who you surround yourself with just because they’re family does not mean they have your best interest at hand if you use the word family to set high expectations you are going to give them all the power to hurt you when you allow their actions to disappoint you they themselves won’t…

planetary pollution a world filled with illusion awakening means movement sit still little girl there is no room for improvement just this path hold in those tears it is of a man to have rage and wrath noises aren’t real fears be grateful it wasn’t you those fists hit did you want them to? hush…

i will not hold onto your love and i will not hold a grudge you hurt me but pain is a great teacher my pain has been a guide to liberation i am free from your love and have found my own free of thirst i swallow the love that is given and ask for…

guilt. it lingers. i forgive myself each time, but i am lying. memories of your irritation, rage, and desolate depression are hazy, but i can reawaken the feeling of fear, as if i am back in that moment, a scared little girl, her artificial attitude her only defense.   a high strung and cynical child….

Be The Mean Girl

As a little girl, I thought it was important to be the mean girl, that everyone loved yet hated. Do not let anyone fuck with you; have others follow you. The thing is, I was the shy girl and I fell in line with all the other followers. Lucky for me, I befriended the mean…

  you were seen as an enemy, hate almost ended me. realized that my “enemy” was the very one defending me, understanding became our remedy there was no need for an apology, i gave forgiveness, finally i was thinking logically my head was clouded by monsters who fed on insecurity, unease and displease created by…

Fathers

He pours a store bought frozen meal out of its tray, onto a clean plate. The plate isn’t necessary. It is there to remind him of a home cooked meal, to remind him of a time when someone thought of him enough to make him one, and he did not bare all the burdens. There…