Grief

To My Dead Lover, I’m not even sure if I should be writing this, we never did get a chance to truly love each other. But surely I get to love you, pieces of you, more and more through the stories Eleanor and Alicia tell, and even then, I feel farther away from you than…

Like A Bird

You may knock me down with words bitter, cold lies  You may shatter my world like glass  But still, like a bird, I’ll rise Does my brevity surprise you? Why are your eyes cast down?  Is it because I captivate the thousands  With the light off a British pound? Just like the wind and the…

My Mother Used to Say…

My mother used to say that strong women begin as broken girls. I would like to believe that this is true, but it’s getting harder and harder to believe in anything anymore. It has all just become an endless daydream, the schoolwork, the extracurriculars, family… it’s just an endless daydream with only you being clear…