Poem: Back.

Way back, When you were the Spring in my step,   And our love seemed to have such depth,   I was full, A fool who thought that I would never lack, Even all of the times that you attacked,   My mind and my mannerisms, My aura and everthing that seemed,   To make...

Tell Me.

Free.

I have dreamt of you: That I clawed at your face, Whilst you begged for mercy. I delighted in it, The thought that I could hurt you, Just as you hurt me. I licked my lips, The vengeance I would have gotten Seemed so tasty. I shook my head, The resentful woman in the mirror...

What Love Did To Me.

I melted. I giggled. I floated. I gave thanks. Look at what love did to me. I cowered. I cringed. I folded. I crumpled. Look at what love did to me. I stretched myself.  I contorted myself. I flattened myself. I changed myself. Look at what love did to me. I cried loud tears. I...

Tiptoe.

Not This Love.

Bloody.

How Can I Move?

How can I move How can I breathe When he takes my heart with him Every time he leaves?   I feel it in my lungs, My mind turns to mush, The feeling of dejection comes at me, In a very big rush.   I will endure, So that when he returns, I will take...