#free-verse – The Melancholy Spitfire

War

When will I believe he loves me? After each test is passed and new ones created to double check? When will I believe I love me? After doubt is a distant memory and the urge to self-harm is repressed? My war displayed in two living beings. Mirrored, dueling flames. Emily C. Poésie © 2019 Image:…

Journey

I opened them again the wounds of my past hovering in the present dictating the future as much as I wish I didn’t paint the picture of an abandoned lost girl I suppose I did See me clearly feel my warmth hope for new love that won’t stray at the sign of a scary thought…