Tragic time ticks away and tricks me into thinking that we are almost done, as my memories of us have started to feel more like bullets in my loaded gun. If you knew you were unhappy, why did you smile like you were having so much fun? I should have known better than to think that you were ever the one. Now, you should feel guilty for the way you made me believe, that paradise was just around the corner, as if Eden was something that we could achieve. I feel so deceived, as I watch you walk away unfazed, looking so relieved. Lying on the floor with my heart in my hands, I slowly give up, refusing to give in to any of your last demands. Yet, I still hardly understand, how you failed to be the one to deliver me to my Promised Land. Something has got to give before I end up sad and lonely again, naivety has run its course as you are sadly still my hunger pain. I am unsure what to do now that my life is barraged with rain, as I wash my hands clean o...
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.