she is splitting at the seams stardust spilling from her soul.


a warm memory.

Everyone asks what happened to you...where you've been...weren't you best friends? I smile. Yes, we were. My heart sinks. We were, weren't we? I can't hide the past, even though it hurts sometimes. I still drink out of coffee cup, have the prom photos hung up in my room, and the letters you wrote me… Continue reading a warm memory.


Her hands have a slight tremor. "Stop that; I am in control," she whispers to them. They have words written in pen--smudging on the ends--all over them. People tell her the ink will poison her, and she just laughs. Her eyes are held open by mascara and cups of coffee. No cream, no sugar, she… Continue reading innocence.

You See Me Differently

  You say I'm crazy, untrustworthy, and sensitive. You say I have too many trust issues, low-self esteem, and bad judgement. I wish you were wrong, but you're right...I'm all of those things. Do you know how many people I've let in? Not many. This girl without makeup, that tries not to cry because she's… Continue reading You See Me Differently