3 AM Thoughts From A Broken Woman
The more I stare at your lips the more I convince myself I am undeserving of such perfection.
I Believe In An Alternate Life Where We Make It
Budding Roots [A Spoken Word]
We Were A Story, But Now We Are Finished
A Small Poem About Big Things
This poem will not absolve me of all my sins or even scrub me clean but I am turning the faucet on
I’m Deleting Your Number
It’s feeling sorry for myself every night and mourning your loss every morning. It’s remembering that you exist but you’re not mine.
I’ll Always Wonder About The Life I Could Have Had
But even so, you continue to shout, hoping that one day, your voice would finally be heard
I Remember Everything About Us –– Do You?
I remember all the things you said to me, all the promises and unfortunately all the lies.
I Will Always Be A Misbehaved Woman
My emotions allow me to tap into the inner being inside
The one who has ALWAYS known what she wants
Our Love Was More Bitter Than Sweet
Maybe the open sky isn’t as scary as you thought
Maybe with me, you could finally fly and feel the freedom of it
See through the thick clouds and witness the tangerine sunset
