an old wives tale

you prayed, child.
we all prayed, didn’t we?

said it would’t work.
men been straying
since before words
and time. well, we told her.

dry your eyes girl.
no use in crying
only hurting yourself
while he’s out there
gallivanting.
well…

so you pack your bags
hmm…
or his.
well!
or you stay.
yes, yes, ain’t that the truth.

it don’t matter what you choose
its broken forever either way
well…

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the ruins

i am a vessel of misplaced rage
i burn and seethe quietly
and let the anger fester inside me
i build on layers of regret
then shatter my progress
I’ve destroyed worlds
left ashes that soon disperse
a pattern i can’t shake
I’ll be forgotten, tucked away
a small piece of a bigger picture
unchecked, unfixed, a cycle
i can’t seem to break

the truth about love

love kills
swallows you
whole. turns you
inside out.
when its over
you shatter
break
fall apart.
its an addiction
the ultimate drug
the highs euphoric
the lows unbearable
you celebrate
then grieve
for a living
breathing
being
your sorrow drives
all rational away
love compels.
you put your beating
fragile heart in
someone’s rough
careless hands
and the tiny cracks
appear over time
and never quite
disappear
heal
leave.
love hurts.