Poetry Friday: Doubt

I recently found this post in my old drafts. I don't remember why I wrote it, but I like it. Doubt It depends on the day how I feel about us; about you. There are so many secret complications, internal struggles, that it's enough to make it all not worth it. Can I trust you? … Continue reading Poetry Friday: Doubt


Something Worth Waiting For

I didn't cry when he proposed to me, but I'm crying now. Looking at the pictures of the proposal, his perfect face glowing with happiness, fills me with an emotion so deep I didn't even know it existed. I don't know if it has a name. It involves the knowledge of how unbearable life has … Continue reading Something Worth Waiting For

Poetry Friday: The Secret on My Lips

The Secret on My Lips I’m fine I’m fine I’m fine and weeks and months dissolve, and when the town’s asleep I tuck myself in bed but the secret on my lips is I can’t sleep It’s morning and I’m tired but empty so I write it out and soon I’ll curl in bed and … Continue reading Poetry Friday: The Secret on My Lips

Poetry Friday: Another Heartbreak

Another Heartbreak You know I know this feeling. The constant throat lump. The exhaustion. The lack of appetite. I’ve lived and died a thousand lifetimes with a sputtering heart that knows it’s better to love and lose. It is still cliché, even when this agony is so real? Isn’t it better to be raw and … Continue reading Poetry Friday: Another Heartbreak

Moving On

There are a lot of words inside me lately, all swirling in my brain and confused about how to get out. The summer is winding down and I'm looking forward to starting Fall 2015 semester soon. This summer ends along with the hope of a new relationship: someone I love decided I wasn't for him. It … Continue reading Moving On

Vulnerable, Because of Him

Generally I feel that vulnerability is not a desired characteristic in one's self. I, for one, hate to feel unprotected. Out of control. Weak. This is when my brain takes over my heart. It says, "Heart, you have gotten us into the worst pain we have ever known. So we're now co-captains of this Maney Vessel, … Continue reading Vulnerable, Because of Him