Her body weakens. She's been losing her appetite. Her spirit shatters. She's been having weird dreams. Her soul floats. She's tormented within. No one could understand the depths of her despair. No one knows what will and could happen next. No one's there to console her. She's been beaten down by life's oddities. She's bruised … Continue reading Beaten. Bruised. Broken.
There's a kind of hatred that runs underneath the surface of our daily routines My hatred of you while we're trying to stay together and make everything work for both of us A kind of hatred that is, for now, tolerable in some ways it could still be controlled or just plainly ignored because it … Continue reading An Unspoken Anger
Friendships that last take time to build.