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It is never that I do not know the truth it is that my heart is deaf and my eyes are blind LL
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Everything I ever tried to be good at was hard for me. Except for writing. With this, I don’t try. I am just stamped upon the paper be it ugly or beautiful. I am there. The words are me and I am them. My story. My awakening. My falls and my defeats. And it doesn’t
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And when I speak of love It’s of a warrior long gone He did not die in battle But he is dead to me Just the same LL
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they made youpaint the skywith smokeand the groundin crimson riversand I don’t get scared anymorewhen the flashbacks comeinstead I hold youand try tobring you back to a placewhere everythingis blue LLthe blood & the bones
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I don’t want butterflies I want you to burn me to the ground LL
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There is a version of you That I did not get to see I imagined him though. Many times. Unlike the you that you want others to know, he is not as calm, not as calculated and nowhere near collected. He is chaos and primal energy. His grip leaves imprints in my flesh and he
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Inspired by “The masculine American male is a dying breed..” Masculine men have been labeled as toxic, vulgar, violent and villainous. They have been asked to back down, to become softer, smoother displays of feminized masculinity. We are told that men who carry, hunt & value protecting their family & rights are not the answer
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it went too fari did not stop himbecause trying to forget youwas not the easiest endeavorand shame should not be feltthis attempt at healing this effort to stop feeling knowing I no longer belong to youand yet despite knowing this i am still drenched in crimes i did not commit because of love i cannot
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Control It’s held within my capable hands Day in, day out I am the lioness, the alpha, the wolf But, I long to be the kitten To spend my time on my knees waiting for direction To relinquish the reins To let go LL
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I am the door never fully openedThe window halfway shutThe suit that they bought to wearBut she never showed upI am the book that they never finishThe keeper never keptThe tears brimming in their eyesThat they never weptI am the plant they didn’t waterThe pillows on other side of the bed The card that they
The Blood & The Bones 