Turn away


I am ready to face you. I forgive you. I dreamt of us last night. I asked God for a miracle. You came to me as I slept. We talked and laughed. I soaked my shirt from dancing. You had four shirts and picked out a baby blue one for me. I exchanged shirts, you curled the worn shirt to save my sweat, winked and then joined your partner roller skating. There’s more…I can’t make sense of it.

Unknown's avatar

Published by: her mourning coffee

Walking a fine line between genius and insanity. My words are raw, sometimes visceral, and vulgar.  I write to settle my thoughts.  I have triggers that extract emotional immaturity, deep- rooted fears, anger, insecurity, vulnerability, yet I heal with every stroke of the pen.  I might be that monster.  I sometimes scare myself.  Please keep this in mind as you read.  I do not wish to provoke you, though stories need to be told. *not all posts are in real time

Categories Dear DiaryLeave a comment

Leave a comment