PTSD

One memory of you and I get triggered My thoughts are once again injured Just when I thought I had it figured out Just when at last I felt like a winner One picture of you and I bleed inwards Once again I am a beginner Starting the healing process over and over again All... Continue Reading →

Who am I to you?

Have you ever though of my eyes after you've seen them?Do you day dream about the way yours captured mine?Was it intense or was it just alright?My pride won't let me call you.I can't seem to get the courage to ignore you either.What's your deal with communication?You only seem to say hi during times of... Continue Reading →

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