When Moving On Hurts

This is my ode to leaving my mother’s household. “No one is perfect, especially you. You were cruel. You lied, you were mean and nasty. You tried to use me and brainwash me. You treated me like I was Cinderella. But, I got to watch your brain slowly deteriorate. And I… the loving person I…

The Intended Anticipation

How do you suppose, When things have gone your way. When wishes weren’t not made. And you didn’t have to pray? When he walks back through your door, A smile heavier than before. And his intent is to let you know. He will never let you go. He asks, “Can someone have you?” It depends…