Nunca te conviertas en el monstruo del que tanto te has esforzado en rehuir.

“Don’t you ever become the monster you’ve tried so hard to flee.”

“This food tastes like nothing, I wish it tasted like your lips. I wish that the blanket we would cuddle in didn’t feel as soft as it does. I wish my room didn’t have lingering memories of you. I just wish that yesterday was a bad dream and I’ll wake up in your arms to sooth me.”

Selicia Ramirez (you made the end of love feel bitter sweet)

we found ourselves laughing
at the people we once knew

who poked fun at us
all throughout high school

they would whisper
about how we held hands
and they would call us terrible names

but we kept on going
three people with something to
prove

we had known of the challenges
that lay ahead

but we did not care

who said that love’s favorite number
was two

Miss rough guy - ishani

Our story #1

She said she’s got me

She’s got me when my heart bleeds

When my tears run

And my fears speak

She said “baby talk to me”

But I cant speak

Cuz I cant breathe.

God save me

From me and me alone

Throw stones

Break my bones

Feeling all alone.

Im leaving scars on top of scars

Marks on top of marks

Tears drowning out tears

Plucking out my hairs.

Sick of the pills

Sick of the lies

Try to convince my self that the lies are fine

Self destruct

I dont trust

No one

Not even myself.

Full of shit pricks

That chip chipped

But I don’t give a shit shit -

Anymore.

One step forward

And 10 steps back

Wishing for a heart attack -

So I dont have to live in self hate

Open up the gate

To the place where I belong

Hell is home.

Running in rage

Right to my grave

Spilling these words

It’s the only spilling that works.

Sip sip on poison

You can’t give give

me a reason to stay.

Let my heart skip skip

Several beats

Survived several bleeds

Been on my knees

Begging please

Take me now

Or I’ll take my plea

Guilty!

Head loss

Vision fogged

Thoughts blocked

Can you help me.

Full stop

No question mark

Rhetorical question

Cuz I know you can’t.

Lost control

But all I know

Is that my humming bird has got me.

Full on collision

Crashed in to my reflection

Brittle

Broken

Barely living.

But she says “baby I got you”

Words I didnt know that I’ve been longing to hear.

Clear clear my thoughts.

My healer got me healing

Feeling -

Loved

Bleeding -

Blood

I’m - fiending for love

Unfolding my self like a scrunched up piece of paper being unravelled

Imperfection

Bumpy gravel

But I’m learning to walk again.