Kaitlyn will forever be the reason I started writing again. If you examine the absolute best parts of me, you will always find proof of her.
You do not remind me of the ocean. The ocean reminds me of you.
It is not lost on me that this is everything I used to pray for.
Because home is not where you’re from, but where you’re wanted.
A love poem because I want to love and be loved and I am.
A Love Letter for Amy who did more for my self esteem in one DM than 4 years of therapy.
A (belated) Valentine’s Day card for Bianca
Happy Mother’s Day. I know this is an exceptionally hard day. I know nothing I say or write will change that. I’m sorry.