thoughts & declarations

I am already a mother, I refuse to be yours too.

His Tool vs Your Weapon

Is this really what I want anymore?

when the bad mood changes to numbness.

It’s you and then it’s you when it should’ve been me.

Stab me with the knife we sharpened together, it’s no longer through the weather as I sever this tether.

When will trial and error become accomplishment and fulfillment?

Provocative to a default. Being physical in private.

Renewed with ease

Pull the smoke from my lungs. Oh god, what have we become?

— you must never conform.