Come – Adult

I was taught not to be sexual. I learnt to suppress my vibrancy. I was warned not to masturbate. I was told it’s a sin and perhaps it is… but as I sit here reading her dirty words, I want to touch myself and join her in her exploration. I want you to come home

You lost your head

I clearly remember telling youNot to lose your head, “I would never do that!” I remember what you said. Now it seems my dear That you gave your heart away, Swiftly leaving me in the dark And deciding not to stay. Now sometimes I wonder If it was your plan all along, Yet I still

Rockabye

Rockabye my Sweetheart Your emotions run deep I will hold you Darling, And catch the tears you weep. Hush now my Baby-Girl You’ll make it through this day I will stand by your side Won’t let you fall away.

The Crushing

Trigger warning for addiction, chronic illness and trauma Hey whoever you are, what you are about to read is a confessional poem; I am struggling to process something in my person life and this is part of me doing that. The poem itself is rough and unrefined and I am sorry on your behalf for