growth (Remove filter)
new year, new me.
I'm looking at all the warning signs. Staring them straight in the face and baring my claws.
Will I bite?
I scream, scratch, scare everyone away but wish for someone to stay.
I will not be absent from myself. My emotions, hobbies, wants, and needs must be safe, secured, unable to be touched by any partner, by any friendship or by anyone, Please.
Retiring the word gaslightng and leaning...
Monday 19th December 2022 7:07 am
Recent Comments
Rick Varden on Money
4 hours ago
Tom Doolan on Nobody Loved Me Like You
6 hours ago
Tom Doolan on Je t’adore.
6 hours ago
Tim Higbee on It Matters Not
8 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on Weekly WalkaboutsVerse, E.G., Poem 140 of 230: HOUSING
12 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on Money
12 hours ago
David Franks on Weekly WalkaboutsVerse, E.G., Poem 140 of 230: HOUSING
12 hours ago
Manish Singh Rajput on It Matters Not
13 hours ago
Clare on Je t’adore.
1 day ago
John Coopey on AUTUMN TREES
1 day ago