Take me back to the night we first met and let me tell myself that your charm was poison so that I could save myself the inevitable terror of nights spent filled with tears As your words spread through my veins like wild fire and burned endless craters into my fleeting heart Take me back … Continue reading Take me back
Month: April 2017
Wildflower
Until very recently I used to think that I wanted to be chosen. I kept equating this gesture with worth and value. I thought I needed people, men in particular to choose me, so that I would somehow feel special or important. It wasn't until a recent hike that I decided to abandon this ridiculous theory … Continue reading Wildflower