if only the planets would traverse through space to shine brightly on me so I may harvest the long awaited romance and peace I deserve
If only
How pale the moonlight
How pale the silvery cold moonlight Shines in winter of my heartSerene goddess of brokenness Mourns wearily in an ocean Without love Adrift and aloneBeautifully small Deep blue tides swellingBut silent hope sings Always
Heartbroken for a Monster
I’ve been sitting with a lot of feelings lately and one of the feelings is one that we have all felt at one point that, from the moment I realized I was in a relationship with an abuser, I never thought I’d feel… Heartbreak. Legitimate, sad, missing the times when, wishing things had been different,... Continue Reading →
Alone.
No one listens to what I am saying and the hurt behind my words. No one sees the pain behind my smile and the burdens I still carry. No one feels the regret that grows when I am vulnerable and left wishing I stopped trying. I feel alone.
“DIY” ~ My Life’s Soundtrack
This song dropped this morning at 12:00 AM EST and I had already fallen in love with it when I saw a teaser for the first verse on Instagram. It is gritty, and foul mouthed, and raw, and has so much ugly truth that too many women I know understand. There are women who get... Continue Reading →
What Comes Next
Last week I did a thing… A terrifying, horrible, awful, powerful, empowering, glorious, beautiful thing. I told the truth about someone who abused me for the legal record. Not all of it, just a few of too many things because the prosecution felt that the whole picture was too much. And I do understand. There... Continue Reading →
even under ice
even under ice shoots of green grass grow stronglyseeking slivers of sunshineundeterred by winter‘s coldbe thou like the grass ⁂ ⁂ ⁂ Tanka, the muse Inspired by the birds singing outside and the green under sheets of ice.
winter
winter once seemed a sad wasteland both dead and bare everything in cold darkness yet the grass grows under snow to bird songs ringing ⁂ ⁂ ⁂ Tanka, the muse Inspired by the birds singing outside and the green under sheets of ice.
your youthful shyness
your youthful shynessand nervousness makes me blush every single time ⁂ ⁂ ⁂ senru (haiku about a human), the muse
8760 Hours.
Perched in a chair with my messy hair in a bun and my eyes focused on the homework due the next day. He beckoned for me to follow him into my room and as usual, I obliged. I knew what would happen next because when he wanted my body he got it. I was face... Continue Reading →
the kintsukuroi life 