I’m terrified that I’m getting this wrong. In your one breath I hear I’m purely satisfying, In another I hear I’m utterly repulsive. Am I doing enough? Am I doing too much? Sometimes I find myself caught in between your words trying to decipher the truth from the lie. I’ve always been in love with writing and speaking my words. Somewhere down the line, my word were silenced. I then fell in love with the words that I heard and decided to work on listening more than I spoke. What a blessing and a curse.

from my first memories, I remember my mom was always a hard worker. she raised two children on her own for a while and then met my stepdad. during the later years of elementary school, my mom worked nights leaving me at home with my stepdad who was a man…

I’m trapped in a cycle where my voice has the hardest time being heard by you. yes, there are things in my life that I need to improve upon and you weaponize those things against me with jokes or slick comments. one day you said, I villainize you in my…

opening up has its challenges. one day you find people who say they are all in and around for the long run but as soon as you hurt their feelings, they bail on you. …

sometimes I find it hard to exist with you and at times I don’t know if you really want me to. On one hand, we are in moments of passion that drives us to talk about our future and then on the other hand we are in moments of you…

you took care of my heart, oh how I’ve missed that. these days I run into people who fumble my heart, oh how I don’t like that. I was a priority. You chose me.

I tired to get out of bed today, but it didn’t work. I tried to feel the love today, the love fell short. I tried not to cry, but my strength was gone. I was hoping you’d notice me falling into sadness, but you never responded. I was hoping to…

black eyed and bruised ego I take your swings You escape My feelings are left on floor

i am everything a person could ask for. i am smart, thoughtful, curious, polite, adventurous and so much more. anyone would be beyond blessed to have me. when i love, i love hard. my love is like water breaking through a dam. at first, it brushes against the dam making its presence known. once its presence is known, the strength of the water increases and throws itself against the dam. finally, the water is at its strongest state and it bursts through the dam, unable to keep its boundaries.