wanting things not our own, we
make our way in, so

the thrusting of our own desires into
vulnerable shadows, so
mistakenly exposed, so
agonizing on the entry

i can pretend this doesn't hurt or i can
fight you off, i can
attempt to disappear into my
vague recollections of
a happier time

willing the end

there is no
dismount, only invade and
invade again and i


god has wisely kept us in the dark concerning future events and reserved for himself the knowledge of them, that he may train us up in a dependence upon himself and a continued readiness for every event.
-matthew henry



i may be rough around the
edges but i'm still
breakable on the inside

all the wear and tear of a
beloved paperback, plus the
fragility of an infant, minus the

weathered by heartache and
seasoned by the calloused hearts i've
given mine away to, i'm just

one hot mess