My Promise

When you don’t recognize yourself  When all you want to do is sleep When you are drowning in depression There’s a promise I must keep I have been here once before I somehow made it out alive A room without …

Rock Paper Scissors

Rock Paper Scissors Her heart was soft, malleable; some might even say fragile. She was beautiful though, for her paper heart could tenderly fold into beautiful forms like origami. She was transformative, fluid. Then he came along. His words so …