// i’ll rarely admit//

I’ll rarely admit that there is a soft side to my demeanor, but it would look as vulnerable as this…

I’d wear your heart on my sleeve, just to prove that you belong to me. I wouldn’t hide it in my pocket or put it in a locket. I’d place you there for the world to see.

// ice box without an ice pick//

There’s a scar on her heart, if you even consider it one, its more like an ice box. There is no feeling, no twitch, no warmth at all. It’s just this mass numbness that can’t be broken or cracked. She looks for an ice pick but none are near she refuses to settle for anything less and continues without success. 

// For a rainy day//

Walk barefoot in the rain, feel no pain for the earth warms your feet, with a warmness so sweet, you’re destined to forget why you left.

// scars//

I find beauty in open wounds, once they heal and become scars their luster fades. It is never the same.

// Raw//

Here I stand alone.

Daughter of a broken home,

awoken by the tomb of my existence,

hiding from his persistence, 

fighting the resistance to close the distance. 

// Barefoot//

Trembling fists.

Frozen in exhaustion,

but ready to attack.

So many words stuck in a time reel.

There’s nothing to do.

Trapped….

Wandering eyes seize a reflection in the mirror.

The lenses are blurred.

As the rage begins to fade she comes into focus.

She avoids the satire eyes,

in fear she might despise.

She’s broken, battered, burned,

scars left protruding.

All this anger inside,

from whom she refuses to admit.

She copes; it’s all she knows.

This merry-go-round must soon hault.

She’s bound by a spell, cast on by herself.

A single miniscule tear trickles down her cheek.

Broken windows and shattered glass lie on the floor.

She continues her path… barefoot

// A little introduction :)//

I’m not the most optimistic person you will ever meet. I’m a realist be that what it may, its often stigmatized as a nonbeliever but I don’t see it that way. I speak my mind true as can be in my eyes and if you don’t understand it so be it. If you don’t like the truth, then chances are you wont like what I have to say. But I’m gonna say it anyways! That’s just me, speak your truth see what it brings you maybe liberation from this mainstream ideal that must be fairytale adjacent. Dream on, or not! To each their own I’m not here to judge :)