Even without them touching me, I feel dirty about what I do. Alex does even filthier things but says it all washes off with soap. I don’t believe that. I think it all leaves stains. Indelible stains.

I write poetry anyway and have for years and years. For me, putting fiction and poetry together is like the best of both worlds.

Starving for a high, a place to hang out inside my own head. Starving for touch. Pain, even. A way to feel. I need to feel.

I love you so much when i see you i get butterflies

Except when it comes to Mom. She is, and always has been, the driving force in this family. And sometimes that means driving us head-on, no possible change of course, into a wall.

Fear is a better friend than you, who feel nothing, beneath the weight of my pain.

When did creating a flawless facade become a more vital goal than learning to love the person who lives inside your skin?