You are this unlikely gardener. Seeds of doubt and fear finally had room to grow. As those grew, my plant grew far too big for its pot. So you transplanted me, time and time and time and time again. You nurtured each plant that grew and withered in front of you. Plants of anger, plants of hurt, plants of hope, plants of love ( Read more... )

A few people...the people that really see me- that really see...the world. Life. Anything.- tell me that they are proud of me. That I was brave. That it took courage ( Read more... )

Morning: I wake the same way I wake every day. Bleary eyed, I am half aware of a handsome face leaning over me. Like a 70's dream sequence, his edges are blurred with sleep, and I come in and out of seeing or hearing him. When I wake a few hours later to the alarm he has set for me, all I remember is that he has made sure to tell me he loves me, ( Read more... )

I am ashamed today ( Read more... )

For all my bitterness, inside and out, and all my sudden resentment and victim mentality...
Really,
I am glad you're happy.
I am so glad you are being loved.

This aches me and hurts me and pulls at any of the strings holding us together still...
but I know it's better.

I'm happy you're smiling.

Get. Out. Of. Me.

Thank you for wearing the new clothes. It is something, at least.
But I need you to have a new voice, a new face.

Of course you are fine. Of course I was a filler. How silly of me to think it was the same for both of us.

No.
I don't know if that's true. I don't know anything.

Everything hurts. Get out of me.

Sitting still, I can feel you moving inside me ( Read more... )

You have a dent in the bulge above your left eye that appears when you start deprecating yourself. First the brow puffs, then the dent forms ( Read more... )

I can't see the path ( Read more... )

His eyes find mine until the last possible second ( Read more... )