remind me again why i should put up with this rabbit hole of anxiety when i can take myself to heaven and back with the flick of a wand?

to say you wounded me viscerally would be a matter of fact. eating hurt - salt and sugar marinated my mouth in an unholy fire. breathing...

when all of your leaves have withered. but you are planted so firmly that a typhoon could not dream of uprooting you.

i freeze oceans in my fury.

i am sorry if i recoil like a patient undergoing shock therapy every time we pass it’s just that you bear the cross of an uncanny...

what i remember the most was how i shook the whole day after even cocooned in my comforter surrounded by friends who had become family my...

even the heaviest fog lifts her veil when light whispers in her ear

“sweetheart, why don’t you try smiling a little?”

pain is never far behind

dating while fixing for company.