Last week, I was finished with my schoolwork and had nowhere to be so I slipped on my sneakers, grabbed my purse and headed out.
SELFISH I have scars on my hands that remind me of you with your hands between my thighs while I didn’t know what to do. I said “no” so much you must’ve forgotten the meaning I didn’t. I just stopped repeating it It took so long to recognize this. How much you hurt me. Weeks……
I love you.
Submission by Jakia (@kayylani)
Submission by Sarah Hopkins
I would love to be able to say “New year, same me”, but the truth is I don’t think I can. I don’t think I can because I am not the same me I was this past year. I am not that immature, suicidal, depressed, longing human that I was in 2016.
Submission by Michelle Lee (@michellle_lee)
Each morning I try to rise early. Feel the suns soft fingers warm rooms with stale air and quiet walls. Hear the kettle hiss and my cat sweep her tail against bare legs. I’ve learned that cozy blankets on Friday evenings are a lot more reliable than house parties in my home town.