There are things in my life I have become accustomed to. Things I have indulged in time and again to the point I think I
I would love to usher in this new month with a poem of mine I wrote a while back about distance. You’ll always have me,
I know what I want and I don’t know what I want. Either way, deep inside me, I can feel when something I do is
I remember writing a certain poem a while ago, break me out, shared below. It’s about pain. Break me out of myselfI’m drowningMy heart weighs
I’m 27, unemployed, a mother of two, living at home. I’m almost 30, in debt, with a broken phone. That’s what up, that’s what’s down.