I am a 23 year old writer based in Houston, TX. I write short, creative fiction, true crime analysis, and poetry. I hope you find something you like here in my world. Tips are not expected, but appreciated!
This is What Bipolar Disorder Sounds Like
Crazy. One day I was high, The next I was contemplating dying, A paradox, Someone who wanted to live, But couldn’t live while being dead.
Blocked Is what you called it When I said I couldn’t write anymore I wasn’t losing my touch The touch was simply escaping me
you took me and killed the girl i was pretending to be it didn’t hurt because she was never me the front was fierce
Take Me To My Grave
you will be the death of me this we both know being with you is like drinking poison you don’t know you’re sick
i died to be with you i lied to be with you i cut up everything that made me myself to be what you wanted i don’t blame you
An Open Letter
I let you in To see me for who I was All that I was All that I wasn’t Undressed, naked Down to my soul My light exposed
The Woman In The Wall
The woman in the wall called for help She reached her hands out to grasp for touch She watched as life continued without her
Is It Wrong?
Is it wrong That I thought about Their lips The curves Dips And lines The way they bite them While they think And chew