Choosing Himself
He’s a man who will always choose himself;in sickness and in health. I’ve given my all to keep him pleased,but now I turn around and say, “What about me?” An entanglement has its needsand cannot survive with personal greed. Loneliness leaves you standing in the rain; waiting for a man who will never change.
Choosing Myself
He said, “I don’t get the way you tick; I don’t get how you click; with all the different people around, even they look up at you profound.” I laughed. “It isn’t hard to understand—all my life I wished I’d been a man. I’m not saying you didn’t have it hard, but not the same […]
the girl in you sees the girl in me
She met me on a bridge, the only one left untouched by fire. I looked into her ember-lit eyes, at the soot smudged on her face, at the ash in the crevices of her hands, in the cracks of her smile, and underneath her fingernails. Scars lined her body; burn marks forged in flame and […]