As these words course through me, driven by something deep inside I reflect on the life we built—the sacrifices we made. The homeless nights. Sleeping on floors. In hotels. In the car. And still, through it all, I believed that as long as we had each other, we could survive anything. Every storm we faced,…

Yellow chair typing—thoughts pouring endlessly through these tainted emotions.Confused.Hurt.Unknowing.Just… broken. You told me how to love you.And I did.You told me to wait for you.And I did.You told me you loved me.I believed you.You told me I wasn’t shit.I believed that too.You called me a whore.And still—I believed it.You filled me with so many lies…

You couldn’t pay me to care about you—what you do, who you’re with, or where you give your time. It sounds sick, but I’ve silently prayed you’d cheat on me. Not because I want more pain, but because I know that would finally give me the courage to walk away. Not out of love, not…

The tears that built up in my eyes seemingly disappeared—because the streams now hold no weight. You’ve heard my words, seen them written and spoken, yet you remain blind to the pain you cause. Is it too much? Too personal? It’s about me—so how can I read these things as if they aren’t mine to…

Tell me—how is this love?When every day with you feels like a test I never studied for.When your words reopen wounds I never agreed to carry.You reflect pain I buried, pain I prayed I’d never see again.And I ask God, why him? Why this lesson?What is it in me that attracted this storm, this weight, this war?…

I carry no shame or guilt—only the understanding that what I do have is more than enough. Enough to grow, to be better, wiser, softer. To be gentle, obedient, and understanding. Life is short. It’s not promised, not guaranteed. But it’s life—and life always ends. Death is certain. It isn’t racist, unjust, or biased. It…

As the liquor runs through my veins and the dizziness sets in, hidden truths begin to surface. Sitting in the midday blues, I think of the pain I caused you. I’m not perfect—never have been—and maybe one day I will be. With every slap, I wanted you to feel the pain you caused me. With…

I’m scared—scared of having to raise two children on my own. Scared that you won’t be there, even though that’s what we planned from the start. It was supposed to be you and me, against the world. But that changed. I didn’t even see it coming. It hit me harder than a hammer striking a…