P.S I still love you
To have your soul mate stripped away
This poem was my way of saying goodbye to my Pop, although he died in 2009. It holds alot of meaning to me, and I feel proud I wrote it. I hope you all enjoy it.
A shoebox collection of short fables, stories in verse, discontinued manuscripts, and other fluffy curio. Featured by Wattpad under "Short Story" from October 2013 to 2015.
The utter most inner thoughts and feelings of one who has but no other way to express them and therefore without a pen a paper she very much may spontaneously combust in an explosion of secrets bottled up for far far too long. : )
These poems express what I'm going through and how I feel about my Anorexia and how I'm surviving through it.
Hipbones. Thigh gaps. The things girls today are obsessed with. And will do anything to have. *Trigger Warnings: bulimia, anorexia. Please read with caution*