Why I see music as good food.

Pattern spotted. Initiate healing.

(Long exploratory prose read at your leisure)

Giving up in yourself is the same as giving up on everyone and everything… maybe.

It’s really nasty sometimes to be exposed. Vulnerable.

I’d like to be able to pretend.

Trying to refocus within healing, is hard.

Healing without anyone here. Self soothing is hard, this poem explains that.

Shameless and I are in a toxic relationship.

Tough love for men.

At war with my emotions at times.

Love I have processed, but when I wrote I had not.