you and I. hurt by Them.
They were dying and living and dying and living.
the past is the foundation of the future. what use is the past if we simply forget?
those who hurt you and never apologize don’t deserve your tears.
in the summer,the sun burns his brand into my skini bake in the heat, hunkering in the shade. in the summer,i fear the outsidewhen the earth hurts a little more,when i wilt a little more. in the summereverything looks different,the harsh light begs you to see the brightin life. in the summer, everything a bitContinue reading “summer woes”
They ate at me until I was nothing.
we often forgetwith our fancy names and fancy titles and fancy characters,that we are all human,and we all hurt, bleed, and cry the same,and that we are linked in the most intimate of ways – through our hearts that beat,not only for our own person,but for the global humanity that quakes on the crumbling earth.
feathers of a white swanpainfully torn away,left crumpled in the dirt. purity and goodnesswhipped awayby cruel overseers till only bare flesh,hanging in strips,remains. and the sun hides behind mountains,clouds snuff out the moon and starstill only darkness remains and when daylight comes again a black swan is born
you took my pride away,grabbed my heart and shattered it,now i’m sitting at the curb with my luggage,my glass heart beneath my feet,broken,waiting for the next taxifrom this desolate and burning town.