Through tears, my heart uttered the prayer that my lips couldn’t speak.
Tag: writing
The Right Thing. The Write Thing.
“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” she pushed. I answered her as best I could, with a smile of course, “I couldn’t be happier.” It was the truth. I wanted to be happier. I just couldn't seem to get there.
Rainy Days
I fought hard to hold back the tears. Then I remembered that even the skies cried.
Like Attracts Like
Believe in what you want so much that it has no choice but to materialize.
Will he? Won’t he?
Either he wasn't going to respond the way I wanted or he wasn't going to respond at all.
Seeking Love
If love seeks love, then maybe when you think you’ve lost love, that’s really just God’s way of helping you seek Him.
A Dozen Questions
I wanted to create something for anyone who’s ever been hurt, victimized or betrayed by someone they trusted. My goal in this work of art was to capture the beauty of love, heartache, vulnerability and pain. And to show that from the depths of pain, something beautiful can be birthed.
Exposed
Hiding behind only the lies I've told myself for why you haven't called. Never fall for a poet.
Doctor’s Orders
In addition to treating me for depression, my doctor also prescribed that I "forget about the asshole that screwed you". Turns out, I really did need a doctor to tell me that.
Unfinished Business
And just like that, Mr. Big was back.
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