Home was Puppy Love. First Love. Toxic Love. Missing Love. No Love. Young marriage. Playing house. Defective. Suffocation. Sadness. Shame. Guilt.
By Jaleesia4 years ago in Poets
In your arms is home. Niagara Falls of Bliss. In your arms is home. First breath after suffocation. In your arms is home.
I know everyone has a black sheep in the family. But my family’s black sheep is ruining my life. The worst part is it’s not even his fault.
By Jaleesia4 years ago in Fiction
