poetry by p

blame it all on me the breakups the breakdowns the bad the worse blame it all on me the sacrifices the distance the disagreements blame...

the broken streets. the creative touch to the highest bridges. over the deepest puddle of water. the poorest of the poor. unique in its...

1 of 2 silent tears that run down my face as i type this message. this message that could be a voice for somebody else. somebody else...

“did i hear you say all lives matter?” how can all lives matter when my beautiful, dark, crispy, glistening skin never mattered ... “to...

it’s been a month and a day of life changing. life twisting and turning. life going up and going down. challenge after challenge. but i...

breathe. exhale. pretend that everything is okay while your eyes are glued together to keep tears from falling. i crave your heart. your...

i want somebody that loves me misses me as soon as we leave from each other wakes up before me to send me a sweet message ..that i’ll...

i’m triggered. triggered because i was the one behind the gun the entire time it was aimed towards me. i shot myself. i shot myself down....

silence as i reach for your touch. i’m crying out. can’t you hear? can’t you feel? i’m as close as i can be. skin to skin. reaching for...

i allowed my enemies the chance to get to know me, like me, love me, make love to me, dress me up with my white foundation and red lip...

i remember when my innocence wasn’t so innocent. i remember allowing somebody to drop their burdens and demons off within me as if i was...