Happy Valentine’s Day.
I’m contemplating whether to live without love would be easier than living in it.
Around my throat the umbilical cord shackles me to falsehoods. My hands are bound by indifference. I’m losing sleep to the fear of losing him.
My feet walk on hot coals. Around my waist I feel the pull of the past in the form of a scarred arm. One step forward, two steps back.
My heart beats like a fist through a wall. My head aches with the pressure of a thousand storms and the truth isn’t even out there yet.
So many judge as I bite back the tears of fury. They tell me it’s a mistake. I want to skin them so they can see that I am the same as them underneath. So who are they to judge when they themselves ran back to love with open arms, no questions asked, chance after…
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