NFL Player | Poet | Public Speaker | Artist
Regrets drown themselves in moments. Fear from exes sowed to your heart, jagged scars, purple bruises like violets, over watered with tequila. So much of your pain is gasping, wounds on your body, secret poems. Pungent smells of rotting corpses, stacked too high to burn. So drown them. Throw them in the ocean of ignorant…
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I am the rose that grew from concrete Wilting after being stepped on by lovers Who promised to be gentle Believing they came to breathe in my fragrance To pluck me from misery And carry me home Watered in the most breathtaking vase And admired for ages Assumption was the thorn I used to hurt…
Blind I remember the first time I saw you. Not when I stumbled upon your Instagram and saw you in so many places with so little clothes. I remember the first time I saw you. Not when I picked you up from the airport. When we exchanged hellos, didn’t touch but smiled at each other…
I wish I could have been everything to you. I wanted to be the IV dripping providing nourishment you needed, from my body to yours. I wanted to be the chemo. Only pushing you as far As you could go. Breaking you down To build you up. I wanted to be God. Easing your pain,…
Falling in love was so easy, as it always is. I didn't see you coming, you were a obstuction. I tripped, stumbled, and despite my best efforts, I came crashing down in love with you. Falling in love was so easy. Getting back up and brushing off the heartache was the challenge.
"Shouldn't writers move to New York City?" I have to forgive them, of course they don't know. They don't know how that city has wronged me. What it's done to me. The frigid loneliness I feel surrounded by millions of strangers. The icy memories of being cheated on in Soho. The brisk chill of the hospital…
I want that moment back. I mean everything leading up to it was hell but I feel like I squandered that moment. I kept asking you why you cheated? How many times did you do it? Was he better than me? Was it worth it? The only question my heart truly wanted to know was,…
How many bottles of wine will it take for me to forget about you? A bottle of red for the red heart you broke? A bottle of white for the white lies you told? Vineyard of deceit.
Every cold sweat I awoke from you held me. Every night terror you heard my screams. All my failures you witnessed. All my heartbreaks you encouraged. You, the first person to tell me I’m worthless. The last person to love me. I can’t escape you. I can’t escape myself. No matter where life goes we…