Today I took my paint brush and painted over myself, over all my flaws and all that I am.

I became a blank canvas, erasing myself from existence with only a couple of strokes.

But what I couldn’t erase was what I left behind when I was gone, not the tears that were shed or the sorrow I caused.

Nor the long nights of restless sleep many got, and the thousands of questions they asked themselves wond...

Little words

Simple gestures

Side eyed looks

Suck it up

Pretend it doesn’t exist

Look the other way

Harsh criticism

Slammed doors

Indifference

Become numb to it

Put your headphones in

Acceptance

Holes in walls

Bruised skin

Hollowed cheeks

Flinch away fast enough

Tear stained pillowcases

Protruding rib cages

Empty eyes

Deathly hands on my neck

Screaming echoing

Dirt packed all arou...

You Never Asked, But…

I wore your jacket to bed for weeks straight after you lent it to me.

I stayed up late writing to you in my journal as if you’d ever read it.

On the days I showed up for school it was just to see you.

It’s been ten years and I still feel the tingling in my fingertips from when yours touched mine.

I held onto you for far longer than acceptable when you’d hug me, just to feel t...

Meek and naive - Withering

Eighteen and problem some - Crumbling

Surrounded yet lonely - Eroding

Attention seeking behavior - Wasting Away

The center of any room - Deteriorating

Desperate for love - In ruins

Low standards - Fading

Powerful and Intelligent - Strong

Twenty Eight and caring - Flourishing

Loved and loving - Growing

Thoughtful Individual - Thriving

Wholesome friend - Building

Des...

Blankets shrouded my mirrors,

Covering them to elude myself of my image.

Papers scattered my desk top with dozens of numbers to mark each molecule entering my Physique.

I lived amass a dark cold existence for far too many years to count.

But anew, I take pride in my face, my rosy cheeks, and elegant nose.

I don’t count anymore but take pride in cooking daily.

Life is no longer dreary and I am no l...

He used violent strokes when he did his best work,

Throwing back his arms and flicking his wrists flinging vibrant red across the canvas.

The colors would dance in rhythm with each other, splattering in unique structures and shapes.

Beads of sweat would drip down the bridge of his up turned nose in requiem for the effort.

His eyes heated by the effort bent on the latest masterpiece, they burned ho...

Memory Breathes like a cataclysmic tide

With Sharp rocky tendrils reaching out

Bent on my demise, I’m shattered through.

Slammed against the walls too high to escape,

My body wrecks the havoc in a never ending Nightmare.

Pulled under into icy salt water, my lungs fill with water instead of the screams I’ve released.

There I stay battered and bruised as memory breathes through me endlessly....

I never was an early riser.

In fact most nights when I’m alone ,

I don’t sleep until I see the first rays of light

Reflecting through my window.

I never minded it much until I laid beside you,

Curled up in the safety of your arms.

Listening to your soft snores I was lulled to sleep, and just before you woke I found myself mesmerized.

You see, I never was an early riser.

But as I lay beside you an...

He calls me his Princess,

Though I won’t ever wear a crown.

To him, I am royalty and I am worthy.

If he had it his way he would build me a thousand castles just to see me smile.

Dig a mote and fill it with every creature imaginable, and cast a draw bridge across it and place me on the fairest stead of gelding.

He would plant a thousand Sun flowers just below my window knowing all to well they are ...

Death is a dear friend of mine,

He and I have met on many occasions.

I knocked quietly at his door and no matter the hour he always answered for me.

I never stayed too long, though in deaths home there is much peace and tranquility.

He poured me a cup of tea and patted the chair next to him offering me a seat.

He looked tired and worn from perhaps many years of constant visitor, though he never co...