There’s knife a stuck in my heart

Someone hurt me

I try not to remember who

There’s a level of embarrassment at the blood dripping down my chest

At the mess I’m making

Why isn’t my pain beautiful?

I cringe at the people trying to help

Staring at my wounds

Open mouthed

Pity lowering their gaze

They tell me it will be alright

That millions of people go through the same thing every day ...

ask lots of questions

humans are the miracle...

years from now

when i’m 6 feet under

and the earth has forgotten my name

when all I am is a collection of bones under a stone

now too faded to tell of my story

when the roots dig into my body

and the insects make nests in my corpse

they will dig into my brain and they will get visions of you

they will see you through my eyes

and love you through my heart

they will feel all that I fel...

you know this isn’t working

it’s hurting us both more than it’s helping

i love you i love you i love you

even when you hurt me

i’m here purely for your entertainment

you know that

i know that

but why does it feel like you still love me?

you rip off my wings and tell me to fly

tossing me out into nothingness

laughing as i flail

as i fall

i love you

and i love that you loved me

but y...

When they found Anne she had been alone for 4 months.

Though she didn’t know that.

The first thing my team noticed when we got to the house in the woods was the smell.

The cloying opressivness of it.

Like it was choking you out.

As we approached the run down shack, the snow still clung to their feet.

The cold had been consuming over the past few months.

We weren’t looking for survivors.

...

In the semi-darkness, the pebbles looked like coffee beans.

I’ve been awake for too long

The street lights from the winding road above us send a glow across the water

It glimmers as I rub my eyes.

I need coffee

better yet I need to sleep.

The person I was meeting was supposed to be here an hour ago.

I get up.

They can’t really fault me for leaving at this point can they?

I start walkin...

I could talk for hours on the slope of your mouth and the slight dimple that forms when you smile. I’ll ramble on about the push of your nose and the how the way you tilt your head when you laugh makes me feel like i’m floating. Like I want you to laugh forever. But mostly I love your eyes and how they twinkle when you say something brilliant. I love how when you feel embarrassed your ears turn br...

Hey,

I love you

Not because of what you can do

what you can make

what you can create

But because you are you

You are more than your abilities

And I love you...

I think when people imagine perfection

they imagine something with no flaws

And maybe that’s the textbook answer

Something that has nothing wrong with it at all

Perfection for me is more acknowledgement of the things you can’t do right

The things you will need help with

The acceptance that not everything will be right

But everything will be just the way it was meant to be

The beauty in ...

Talk to me while I suffocate

Look me in the eyes while I die

I am above you but only physically

Realistically I’m far below

6 feet to be exact

Watch me as the pain carves out my very being

Until I am no longer the person you remember

Go down this path of blood

Look at all the people nailed to slabs of wood

Cruel and unusual torture

For someone supposedly innocent

Watch me as the weigh...