Wounds

We wear our hospital bracelets

Like it’s the latest trend

Our too thin gowns

Are tied behind our backs, like a super hero cape

And our stitched up cuts

Branded as war wounds

From a battle that was long fought

And won in the end

And your war wounds

Are kissed every night

By a warm set of lips

That will always be pressed against your skin

It’s all kinds of amazing

To be loved by someone- anyone

But it is also all kinds of amazing

To be loved by yourself

So after they kissed your scars

And tucked you in at night

Remind yourself

That you are your own hero

And don’t forget

To kiss yourself goodnight

Before your head hits the pillow

And you wander into a world of no pain. 

xxx

Talia

Lazy Sundays

I hate lazy Sundays. I don't understand why, when I know so many people who prefer it over any other day. But I crave excitement in my life- need it. Something always needs to be happening, in order for me to have a good time. Today, my eyes are burning from being on  the computer all day, and my hands are tiring from the constant turning of my records. Even my over sized sweater seems to be suffocating me. I want to go outside, and feel the cool breeze against my face. But I am unfortunately stuck inside. Another lazy Sunday.

xxx
Talia

Summer 2013

I can name you about a 1,000 reasons why this summer sucked. Maybe more. I could probably fill a whole entire bible with all of my reasoning's. I can go back to every single fight that took place, all of the yelling, all of the tears, every single unkind word spoken, and every single time our hearts broke a little- I can rename it all for you, spread it out on the floor like a jigsaw puzzle. But why in the world would I want to do that? Why would I want to relive all of the pain that I've been through? There's no way I would ever want to do such a thing.
Summer 2013 was one of the worst summer's of my life. And I'm pretty sure this new school year won't be too pretty either. Better get my razors handy, huh?

xxx
Talia