I can't wait til 8, when i can pour myself a drink. Drink away your memories, push them all out of me. Forget about the way your arms felt & the way that you smelt. But you wanted her & when I'm in bed that thought echoes in my head, so I won't be alone, no I won't be alone, no I'm never alone, because I have my own ghosts, my own demons to talk to me. I don't need you, because I got me. But it was nice to have a little company, but its okay because I won't he alone, no I won't be alone, no I'm never alone, because I have my own ghosts, my own demons to talk to me. & they say I need to leave you be. I thought we meshed mentally, emotionally, for the first time I was open vulnerably. I told you so much, I told you my fears, how I got here, & you spit in my face. I wanted to make it with you, but you wanted someone who, was maybe stronger, maybe less jealous. But it's alright because I'm never alone, no I'm never alone, except when I'm alone...
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Healing Through Poetry
PoetryA collection of poems I've written over the past two years... they may not be 100% in order; I apologize. There are poems about abuse & sexual assault but I will put trigger warnings in front of those. These are poems about my life.
