“Jealous” unloved #16

I'm jealous of the rain That falls upon your skin closer than my hands have been I'm jealous of the rain I'm jealous of the wind That ripples through your clothes It's closer than your shadow I'm jealous of the nights That I don't spend with you wondering who you lay next to I'm jealous... Continue Reading →

unloved #7

the pictures memories in her head kept her from moving on she wanted to love herself but only brokenness was there how do you love broken pieces? broken... 

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