
As He Smokes
He tries to assure himself that he's not but he can't, all evening he cries himself to sleep asking why was he too much of a good thing and too terrible for a bad thing
I miss her. Good old Facebook took me down memory lane today. It brought up a video a friend made of me from high school. It’s pretty embarrassing but for some reason, it made me incredibly emotional. I felt this…
I am fitness blogger, but I also write poetry on the side. I have never shared my poetry publicly before, but I figured why not. So, here is one of many poems that I’ve written. Thank you for taking the…