Yes it’s I, the girl with a broken jar for a heart, and yes I have sewn myself back together, but there are cracks in me, still and will always be… Sometimes a crack might bleed by a resurfaced memory… And a wolf may come through a crack again… It may dig its teeth in …
Category Archives: domestic violence
Bloody cracks
It’s not a lack of sharing something of me, oh I’m so good at sharing something from me, be it a thought, a past, or a look. It’s the assurance that there are cracks I still haven’t learned how to heal or deal to live with. And each time one of them bleed in came …
Respect the tenderness
We desire to feel safe to fall back (you are alright, I got you) Will there be a soft landing to catch our falling bodies? Respect the tenderness, it took time for us to learn how to be soft again… We needed to harden to survive the unspeakable… Now that we are surthriving… We ask …
Nah…I’m good fam
In the corner of my mind someplace a place close to my heart… I don’t mind gentleness… Kindness… Softness… But bells ring like a fire alarm anytime a guy shows a little bit of interest in me. (I’m flattered, thanks but…) I simply can’t see myself with someone. I still love LOVE. Especially filmy, rom-com, …
Dug this one from the drafts(after divorce)
Anger my fuel… I am ashamed to admit this but yeah, anger fuels me… Not always but at times like this. Today my ex called me… How are you doing? do you miss me? – I am fine I said, and no, I don’t miss you. The truth is I Don’t miss him… I do …
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Stripped på norsk
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Here we go again … Healing is messy they say right? I’m upset with myself more than I am about your right hook. Damn it… How didn’t I see you? Like really see you? I am growing out my hair long again … Isn’t that growth? Isn’t that healing? That I don’t see your face …
Amira & Farid(it looked like love)
The nightfall came and the darker it got outside the more Amira grew anxious. She knew Farid was still mad at her. She was never one to fear the dark at night, not until she knew that the dark did not only bring the stars out at night but also that’s when Farid’s demons came …
So what?
So what?? I should be thankful and grateful that you came home to fuck and not cheat? So I should just be grateful ha? Ignore the stank of alcohol Ignore that its 4 am ha? A quickie you said instead you left now 2 hours later! Ignore the fact I had to get up put …
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