top of page


There were days I felt like currency.

Didn't think there was anyone capable of loving me.

There was no point of trying to be.

I caressed myself with my own shame.

Because the feeling of joy was beginning to fade.

Kept me drawn to the tip of the blade.

Still you found a way,

To reignite parts of me.

I thought had turned cold.

You proved to me,

That I still have a soul.

1 view0 comments

Recent Posts

See All

All I ask for is care And grace And intimacy and love All I ask for is to be seen as enough As a person As a body As flesh All I ask for is that you don’t forget about care about grace about intimacy

I taught myself how to win wars Without a single bruise. Sometimes, I think it’d be easier If I made myself new. But what’s the point of trying, When you’re always set up to lose? It’s hard to find th

bottom of page