You always seem to want to place a price tag on our love, as if money is comparable to this gift from up above. Although I may not be made of riches, or have enough to buy you gold. I can assure you that I will never fail to be there when you need someone to hold. They say that the best things in life are free, yet for some reason you selfishly make me feel like I am running on empty. I cannot offer you caviar, or trinkets from afar; but I can look into your eyes at night and feel like I am gazing into the stars. I have tried for so long to show you that I value none of this, tried to explain to you that I am happiest when we kiss. Your embrace is worth its weight in diamonds and pearls, the moments that we share alone make me feel like I am on top of the world. I appreciate all that you have given me that cost you hard earned dollars and cents, but I cherish little sentiments more than the money that you have spent. I am a sheep in wolf's clothing, disguised by my own flaws. I am ...
Accident-prone yet bulletproof, resilience courses through my veins. After pulling shrapnel from my own hell-bent self-destruction, all I was left with was me. Through embracing my darkness, I found the light. Here lives a collection of poetry, prose, and reflections on trauma, survival, desire, and becoming.