What Living With PTSD Feels Like

Everyone else treats the rotting things that are falling
from your lips like they are sugar spun soft as cotton candy,
because people don’t want to see something ugly 
When it is more efficient and less painful to see
something pretty and acceptable inside their heads.

The Most Brutal Lie We Ever Told

It was slow, this cancer that grew within our love. It took the pure thing we planted and rotted it from the very roots of what it was.

I Want To Love You In All The Places Others Have Not Loved You

So let me love you, but let me love you right. Bring me your tired body. Bring me your soft heart. Bring me everything that makes your heart quiver and your mind tense. Let me kiss these broken shards of you and let them know that they are loved too.