I cannot remember who I amI feel like ghost of a personthe shadow of who I once wasthe smile that I used to wearlike my favorite accessorysits high on..
sometimes I think about who I used to bea collection of broken piecesnumbers on a scale, dropping lowerspace between my thighs, growing biggerribs dis..
i was fourteen when I first realized my impact on this worldmy music teacher told me that I was one of his favorite studentsbecause every day that I w..
i don't know if it's a flaw in my genetic makeupbut there is a chaos in my heartthat rages so loudly, i cannot silence itand a brokenness in some part..
"wish you were here!" he saysand my heart breaks a thousand timesbecause it is not that i am so spitefulthat i don't want to spend time with my family..
it's such an intimate thing,telling someone you miss them.i've always said it without abandonbecause i feel so deeplyand i fall so quickly.i don't kno..