I am embarrassed
To have
Ever
Loved her
To suffer
That much
For no reason at all
Is such a silly
And deep
Wound
That was ultimately
Self-inflicted
And now
I don’t know how I am supposed to be expected
To trust myself again
Clearly,
I am not to be trusted
With knowing
What is good for me
I can’t even tell the difference
Between what is
Love
And what is
Poison
And maybe
I am so eager for one
That I am willing to sip on the other
In hopes
That one day
Love will touch my lips.
-C.H.
Pressure is building up in the head A squeeze of the soul A knot in the arteries Better do something before I am dead A reaper gaining ground My shadow on my floor Opportunity knocks at the door Bette
Chapter 6 Emerdy came from a powerful family in Oathville, a family that had a connection with the first King. She had lived her entire life without anyone ever disagreeing with her. She was—objective
What God do you see? Which one do you hear? Which God do you want to believe in? An omni-potent one? One that grants you complete free will? Or how about one that isn’t perfect? Would you want a God w
