About Love,
And how Most People have the Wrong meaning to wat True Love is .
About a Girl finding ,Sweet Passionate love ,And it was the best feeling to her in the world,It was her and her soulmate against the world ,They felt like the only citizens.
But along the way ,The world broke her and she seeked solace in her true love,but he was no where to be found,He wasn't lost physically,He just wasnt in that Emotional range with her.
but her pain and vulnerability seemed to amuse him,And he gave her little comfort,but still breaking her through the process,
Maybe her Anguish,made him feel better about himself,No one Knows,Or maybe He had no Love to give
But as each day went on,The girl broke more into pieces,And he Got more disgusted with her presence
She resorted to addictions,to help her pain,It seemed to help,Until her soulmate found another mate.
She felt Dead,And fought her will to suicide,Her mind was losing the battle.
She knew only one love that could help her,The 'Maker she grew up knowing,wouldn't Forsake .
She has nothing to lose,As she called out to him Surrendering her dead empty life,Crying and begging for help,if she deserved it
Losing her life,Not physically dead but the life she worked for. She took on the Life of GOD ,JESUS CHRIST,And she saw the light
she had joy , not a particular reason
Everything brought Peace
It was Scary
She recovered from an impossible addiction,As her Heavenly Father washed her with His Blood; shed on the Cross,
She was shocked that this was Real,She knew God was real but this was a physical proof and she needed to know who he Was.
He is A Good GOD,The Light of The World ,Darkness cannot put out.
She had a soulmate in her Maker,He was her Bridegroom
He gave her Freedom
He restored her and blessed her with more than she ever imagined
And She met a New Man ,That showed her what Love really was,A Love sent to her by her Maker,He was perfect and she couldn't believe,She was deserving of this tender sweet love .
My suicide had been two years in the making when I decided not to follow through at the last minute.
Over the past decade, I've written poems, books, short stories, fanfiction and hundreds of thousands of words, but nothing felt complete. This collection of selected works was meant to be my final offering- the only thing ready for posthumous publication.
Blood Orange Periphery includes poems written in the months preceding the end-that-didn't-happen, some of my best teenage scribbles, and journal entries that chronicle the transition from death-planning, to recalibrating life.