A love that began at God's altar should have been sacred. But he's forgetting the Lord-and forgetting how to love me right. Still, the altar remembers every tear, every prayer, every faithful heartbeat I gave.

my winter sun / my ailing skin / my dying roses /

just poems written by me :)

A compilation of words from the deepest corners of my soul, from the simplest things in life, from fears and dreams, from love and heartbreak, and from feelings I can't fully explain, but that you might be able to relate to, or not.

Tired of trying to be everything. Trying to be perfect. Wrong paths and wrong people and missed opportunities. Am I letting my mental illness take over my life? A look into the mind of a BPD, Anxiety ridden woman. With no identity but her Panic. With my ways it's hard to keep down anything healthy, relationships that don't last but stay with me like my own personal demons. And evil around the corner you'd never see coming. The pain changes you. Trauma changes you. It strips you away from yourself. BPD strips away your identity sometimes I guess this is my way of finding myself again, through writing and reflecting and realizing it is okay to be hurting. This book will include poetry and scenes and think pieces. It will be vulnerable. It will be raw. It will remind you of your own loss. - "She." Xx🥀xX

Excerpts from books I'll never write, poems, scenes and imaginings - all written in the early, untouchable hours of the early morning. Basically a brutally honest recount of where my head is in the twelve-four.

quotes, poems and a bit more

drabbles of my writing - poems, thoughts, snippets of my writing. just random bits and bobs.