what do you do
when what you love
has taken all you have—
and all you have left
to hold onto
is hope?
Feminist, Writer, Cult Classic
what do you do
when what you love
has taken all you have—
and all you have left
to hold onto
is hope?
it is hard to love yourself
when you feel lost
and don’t
know who
you are.
grief numbed
by fleeting pleasures
left her empty
and looking for something
she’d lost
long ago.
home
is not
a piece of land
but a place
you hold
in your heart.
ordered chaos
is still chaos,
and some days
it consumes
me.
you didn’t want me
to be better–
you wanted me
to be
someone else.
i’ve been stuck trying
to find a purpose
beyond my needs—
dollars signs on everything
except what matters most.
i will tell you
one thing
i’ve learned
is that such
beauty
does not exist
without
disaster.
with you
i always
danced
on the edge
of disaster.
i think of you
and i wish would know
i still see you
in every sunset—
smiling,
laughing,
leaving.