I’m sorry I cannot quiet your mind
like the lies screaming from the
box before your bed.
I’m sorry the channel flipping
silences your past
while my face wakes up
the past you never wanted.
I only wanted to be heard
and you wanted to be alone.
Who do I choose to care for?
You or me?
People ask me if I want children.
I’ve already raised myself,
And cannot repeat the process.
I’m not angry. Or Bitter.
I find power in independence.
I just wish I didn’t have to.
Beautiful writing, I love the pic!
your writing is just amazing.
the last two lines are perfect.
i love this–beautiful AND relate-able. the illustration is perfect as well.
The Purple Assassin.
one of the best poems I've ever read. Seriously.
''I find power in independence.I just wish I didn't have to.''
beautiful and unbelievably true.xx
dreaming is believing
I think it's unanimous, the last two lines there killed it! Great writing.
yeap, those last two lines…girl, you're my new anais nin or something.,..this is deep!
that photograph is AMAZING. and i am in love with your writing!
Thank you so much Shayla 🙂