* writings.

i yearn for the mother i never had. i fantasize about the love i never received.

i did not ask for the wrath of the world but i am still here.

i wish wildflowers grew in the spaces of my life left empty by you, instead i’m left with the abyss.

being damaged doesn’t make me broken.

i am brutally soft. i will drown you in the love i have failed to receive.

sometimes i feel like the darkness of night will devour me. sometimes i worry the darkness inside me will instead.

constantly stuck between being independent and completely alone and wanting affection and attachment.

i’m haunted by the ghosts of what we could’ve been. we could’ve been great, we could’ve been stories people told, but mostly i’m haunted by what we could’ve been.

it shouldn’t be called girl power, we’re women.