Let Me F*cking Cry

by Rhiannon Janae

The funny thing is, we are all so scared of abandonment, yet we abandon ourselves so easily. -running from the things we need the most

I was never yours while your pants dropped for others. As your body fell into others. I was never yours because you were everyone else’s. - body counts

My love was meant for acknowledgment, but you kept your head down and eyes on the ground.

My love was made to be returned, but you took it and crushed it in your palms to blow to the birds.

We are more than what has happened to us. We just need to live through it in order to figure that out.