i hold her hand tight, and i wasn’t ever letting go

cursing myself for being so careless before,

i’m so glad to have her back.

247 days she was missing.

stolen, i should say

or as the news puts it “finally home”

they don’t understand

she is supposed to be with me.

sure she was born into that family

but i can show her so much more

she tosses and turns

she always tries to escape

sweet, poor child.

...

“OH MY GOSH”, scarlett screams. this is the second time tonight she has strained her voice, the first after we fake “kidnapped” her for her bachelorette party. we had to. she said she didn’t need one but we all knew she had been dreaming of it since she was a kid. we just opened the door to the fully booked out concert hall. not a soul in the room except for her favorite singer on stage. how we pu...

humans try so hard

so hard to keep up with the wonders of the earth.

it’s almost admirable, how independent we wish to be.

its easy for the world,

God creates such beautiful things,

things that simply grow from the ground and nourish,

fearfully and wonderfully made

like a strawberry, the sweet taste sticking with us through day

humans aren’t as fortunate,

they can’t play God

man made items aren’...

leaving, or should i say left. it always happens, its unescapable. you’re someone’s first until you’re their last.

the cruel circle of life takes a turn until you are being trampled by your own sorrow. i like to think i knew that,“trust no one”, my mothers motto growing up. i lived by it, keeping to myself and not letting anyone in. with no siblings and barely any friends i was constantly asked if...

click.

the image shutters

painting an image

horror covering her face

her eyes filled with fear

she gathers courage

strength to get up and run

i had to tell her

she had to know

but was it worth it

all i have left of her

is the photo...

that dress. its perfect.

why didn’t i think of that

the way it fits her body

would it look better on mine?

no, of course not

i don’t have hips like that,

a stomach that flat, any of it.

why does she have everything

i am nothing compared to that

if i was her i would not take that for granted

not like she does

why didn’t i get that stuff

i deserve it more, don’t i?...

how could i sleep for so long?

staring at a field of flowers,

when i had been focused on the dirt

the path had been laid in front of me

i chose to walk with a blindfold

had i truly been so ignornant,

or did my subconscious pride take the lead.

the flower gently placed in my hand

as it had been done before

i wanted to run

how could i accept something so gracious

after denying it for so long.

i too...

“you’ve come back, but i no longer need you”. you were my everything. the oxygen in my lungs, but after you left i learned how to breathe again, breathe by myself. i no longer need you. the rose that pricked me when i touched it. the water that drowned me when i tried to swim. i see it now. i see the garden full of flowers, the lifeboats trying to save me. why did it have to be you? why did i need...

mysteries of the night are real, not ghosts or zombies, rather persistent, haunting thoughts that creep in ones mind. these monsters are detrimental because they are inescapable, undefeatable, and truly, utterably real. the sun sweeps the evil out of the mind, but the moon is loyal to the enemy. pain, loneliness, regret, embarrassment. something that shutting your eyes and hiding will only make wo...