My Kind of Hurt

Kind of hurt, but it didn't matter. His hurt was okay. It was a soft hurt that everyone wanted. The kind that made your heart ache, but not ache like a gunshot. Hurt like a very fine needle going through, like a burning kind of hurt. 

Waking UP

As I sat on the soft, green grass, I felt the wind softly cross my body. And as the wind crossed my face, I felt the warm, golden sun on my closed eyes. I heard my mother call me inside to eat some breakfast. I get to see our cornfield and as I walked...

The Argument With Myself

I say I'm okay. I'm always happy. But honestly, it's fake. I thought I was okay. I thought I was happy. I've always wanted more. Even when I denied it. I do hurt. I do cry. Because big girls are just small inside. So, I'm here sitting....