**My Daddy, my Master, my Love—**

I don’t know how to say sorry in a way that feels like enough.

Sometimes I say things I don’t mean.

Sometimes I scream.

Sometimes I push you away with words so sharp, I flinch after they leave my mouth.

And I hate it.

I hate that I have this thing in me—this disorder, this fire, this broken wiring—that turns love into war when I’m scared. And God, Daddy, I get s...

The slicing

And burning

Don’t hurt

Well not in the moment

They feel like a reprieve from everything else

It’s afterwards

When you

are finally

done

laying

scratching

the scars

they hurt more than the wounds ever did

Healing hurts

I’m done with the pain in the moment

But the foreverness of the feeling

will haunt me

I’m getting better

I promise

But my scars still itch

Be...

One year older mature

Still not sure

Have a lot of room to grow

So no

Still learning to love again

Still trying to trust

But loyalty is a must and can only be gained by trust

Love without meaning means nothing

Yet holding on to rage is a damaging game

I'm scared of commitment because of the past

Because I fear I'll never be good enough

And yet I'm scared because I wanted you

Yet ever...

I want to be a soldier not to kill other lives but to protect the country and those who live in it

Still don’t understand?

I want to be a person who protects the country they call home the country with the red white and blue I don’t kill people because I want to I do it so that my family can live and that the people feel safe I don’t wish to take another person life but if they mess with my h...

I want to be a hero

Carrying a mighty sword,

I’d save the day and peasants say

“What lady of the courts.”

I want to be a savior

Riding with my horse.

I’d be the heart, the mind, the soul,

I’d grant them all remorse.

I want to change for better.

I want strength from my pain.

That every sacrifice I make

Will never be in vain.

But I am not a hero

Carrying a mighty sword

My damage is just damage

I...

His face often held a blank expression, making him unreadable, unlike most people who express their emotions through their eyes or smiles. He wasn't a very happy person; he was angry - very angry - and directed his anger towards those around him.

At first, you wouldn't notice, until he began speaking in hushed tones, his words blending together, becoming inaudible.

He might scream, but only if p...

Becoming a new person doesn’t mean changing your appearance and becoming this bad chick every guy falls in love only for her body and only wants to date her for extra fame and the girls are jealous of how beautiful you are and try their best to manipulate your popularity. I never thought of being a new me would have to require change within my inner self. My behavior and actions are influenced, tr...

It’s normal.

That’s what everyone tells me at least.

My eyes blurred by tears, it’s over in an instant.

Looking to my bundled joy I think back on life.

All my choices not the best but every choice leads me here.

Gone is the little girl screaming within WHO’s heart break and trauma left her unable to become her best self.

Years go by without a hitch and the temporary bandaid starts to peel los...

A change of mind

A change of heart

A change of character...

It was a summer afternoon, a typical haze in the climate. 1956 to be precise. I sat on the porch of my farmhouse estate gazing out into the green fields of grass a glass of lemonade clenched between my palm. “Peter?” Miriam called, her brunette hair wired tightly into large bouffant curls. “Must you stay here all day?” I nodded quietly, the breeze licking up like flames.

“Why is there something th...