You can trace my scars back to where it all started,
for some reason,
I think I’d find you.
-a.w.
Your touch was magic,
until my skin began to rot.
-a.w.
The first time my heart shattered,
it was the loudest sound I had ever heard.
I was fifteen.
The pieces were scattered so far,
I still haven’t found them all yet.
Sometimes I find myself picking up pieces,
that are not even mine.
I have stolen pieces of other hearts,
to complete my own.
But here I am still looking,
ever since that day.
-a.w.
You don’t just decide to heal,
it just happens.
Slowly at first,
then all at once.
For months I stared at the ceiling,
trying to stop seeing it.
I saw it in my dreams,
in the daylight,
in darkened basements,
in lit up dance floors,
in faces I did not even know.
Then one day I saw him,
and I no longer saw it.
I no longer felt it.
The hatred had been replaced.
The fear had disappeared.
What was left was few broken pieces,
and someone who knew how to fix them.
Me.
-a.w.
I do not believe people are evil.
Not the one who pressed into me when I had my back turned.
Not the one who held me down when I screamed no.
Not the one who left me feeling like I was damaged goods.
Not the one who told me I was only worth it for the sex.
I believe they are all good people.
I believe that evil crept into them and tugged at their soul,
and I believe that it can heal.
I do not know how to hate those that destroyed me,
because something much worse tried to destroy them.
-a.w.
The sun has this funny way
of putting a smile on my face.
Its warmth gives me hope.
Even when things are dark inside of me,
the world is still light.
-a.w.