They told me not to touch the fire, two not dance with the flames or whisper secrets into the wood before feeding the tremendous glow.
This whole time I really thought that I had forgotten what it felt like to see her that night.
I am tired of bleeding out in the bathroom sink, while trying to wrap my head around where I stand in this family. The thought hits me like a freight train - holds me hostage and burns my skin.
I want to be content for the rest of my life
I have bees buzzing in my brain
Nurture me like the sky nurtures my soul