Tag Archives: free to grieve

my heart mourns tonight
for the dreams lost
and found
and lost again

I ache with why
a simple black and white answer is all I need:

why not me?

– grieving for shattered dreamsĀ 




my edges feel sharp. rough.
ready to bite anyone who tries to pick up the pieces.

brokenness is an old friend of mine.
I have been glued back together many times.

you said I could trust you to be gentle.
I trusted you to hold me and not let go.

but here I am, on the floor.

to my ex future husband