Here is just a small dispensary where I unload poems that have sat in my mind and not on paper.
TW: It is full of dark, brooding imagery, suicidal thoughts, mentions of rape and physical abuse, emotional and mental abuse.
Many of these are more of venting and releasing stress, anger, and pain. All to be taken with a grain I'd salt. Much of it withholds facts of my life, a lot of anguish and underlying meaning behind the words. All I want is that you the reader, to know you are not alone in this world, and I will always be available if you need someone to talk to.
why does falling in love really hurt?? like, i just love! why does it make me so hurt. and then, i realized...
love arrives like a storm
tearing down walls
i didn't know were there
exposing the raw
nerve endings
of my heart
it hurts
because feeling
is terrifying
but the ache
is also the proof
that i am alive
.....