Falling apart, ripping at the seams, as I accept the mess that's left behind from another broken dream. The tears fail to come for these eyes refuse to weep for someone who's decided that I am not worth the effort to keep. I made an effort to change, only saw you in my mind and heart, but our fears materialized, so it was over before it could even start. The sadness I possess in watching our fairy tale fail, makes me wonder, and question whether love will ever prevail. True to myself, I refuse to sacrifice more than I have inside, when it seems so easy for you to accept that our future has already died. With no hope in your eyes, you easily say goodbye, real love seldom appears, and is hard to come by. I will be here when, and if, you ever need a friend, but until then I hang my head low in defeat, and accept that this is the end. You win, another triumph under your belt, the queen of spade arrives, as I count my blessings, cut my losses, and smile as the cards have be...
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.