“To love me is to love a haunted house– it’s fun to visit once a year, but no one wants to live there, and when you say, 'Tell me about the bad days,' it sounds like all the neighborhood kids daring each other to ring the doorbell”Tagged: Trauma, Poetry, Love, Scars
“I, too, have loved men who named my mouth ashtray, mistook me for a place to leave burning things when they were done.”Tagged: Being Used, Relationships, Ashtrays, Survivor Poetry, Trauma