Nothing Tastes As Good As Fit Feels

Push it in and twist the knife again
Watch my face
As I pretend to feel no pain~JM


Sometimes a girl just wants to be anonymous.

I don't claim to own anything unless specified. Like my words- I own all my written thoughts and poetry.

I thought you would help me put my heart back together. Now I’m just sitting here with all the bleeding fragments. Bleeding fragments. Broken and bruised. Bits if past and present blend together. Mismatched pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. My heart. It has experienced loss and trauma. Pain and neglect. Abuse and abandon. Rejection and dejection.

There is a part of me that will never be whole. I can’t reconstruct the last and the gaping holes can’t be filled by a family I never had. A loving mother. A supportive father. A caring brother. If will never happen. And it know that now.

There will always be a jagged line running through my heart. A path formed over the course of a lifetime. Lines with. Tears and paved with pain, this jagged line has made me who I am. For better or worse. Stitched with hope.

You dust me with feather light kisses on my lips

Hold me in your arms with a quiet strength

Look into my eyes and see my soul

Your fingers leave fire in it’s wake when you brush my face. My arms. My soul.

Your eyes sparkle and your lips smile

You inhale my deepest fears and tickle my entire being with the exhale of your breath. Leaving the sheen of your love imprinted on my skin.

perfectlydreadful:

White People: The Middle East is so barbaric. They’ll cut off a person’s hand just for stealing!

White People when an unarmed black kid is murdered by police in America: Yeah, but he shoplifted some cigarillos, so…

(via imnotjailbait)

9/2/13

I’m lonely. Really lonely. The feeling is visceral and I wish it could just float through and out of me. Because the loneliness is palpable. The loneliness envelopes me, coating my skin with an ache that echoes. Tormenting my ears. Vibrating through my soul. The loneliness is all I have. A cloud of mist dotting my being with drops of tears. Of loss. Of regrets. Of wishes unfulfilled. Longing. Desire. Emptiness. My loneliness suffocates me. Brands me with memories. Guilt. My toes feel like they’re sinking into the sand as the quiet sadness ebbs and flows at my feet. Pulling my existence lower. Stuck. Trapped. Defeated. My loneliness surrounds me, like the breath of cold air that lingers in the atmosphere. I wait for it all to evaporate.

Your value doesn’t decrease based on someone’s inability to see your worth.

—(via psych-facts)