Healing

June 12th – 2:43 AM-

Breath

His hands aren’t on me.

Break

He’s left me with eternal scars.

July 27th- 3:58 AM-

My empty shell, humanized by bloodshot eyes,

And Veins engraved with you,

Slumped next to a foreign body.

My soul, delicate and dim,

Never ceased in begging the stars for you.

August 11th- 4:41 AM-

Sometimes no one is at fault,

But I’m probably to blame,

Sometimes fires just die out,

But was I the water to your flames?

September 18th- 1:52 AM-

Insomnia has begun to romanticise the moon.

Night terrors therapize our love.

The stars are questioning my longing desires;

Are you wishing for a lover or a captor? They ask.

My barred heart responded with intensified aches,

As my eyes stared back at the stranger in the mirror.

My mind finally understood what had happened;

He had walked a broken soul, ready to tear apart spirits that dared to challenge him.

October 20th – 12:06 AM

‘Your love is too precious for broken people’

‘But mum, broken people deserve love too.’

‘But mum, what if I’m the broken person?’

‘But mum, everyone feels a little broken sometimes.’

You were right. I’m sorry mum.

From your healing daughter.

November 29th- Midnight-

Affirmations- my defence against your lies,

My weapon against the chains,

My therapy that purifies self-image.

'Your scars are ugly'

My body is an intricate canvas that tells a beautiful story

'Every time you open your mouth my head hurts'

My voice is a powerful tool and that’s why you were afraid to hear it

No one could ever love you the way I do.

Now, that lies specially with you,

Because never again will I allow your mocked version of love in my life again.

I’m a queen who needn’t have a King but is worthy of one.

December 15nd- 10:18 PM-

I spent the whole day getting to know my smile.

She’s Beautiful.

Goodnight.