Break yourself open

The written word is the entry into my heart. Poetry written just for me, stories, whatever it may be. Tales of your childhood, your life, the horrors you've seen, the experiences you've had. Show me your vulnerability and depth, show me the darkest place in your soul. The more you expose the rawest parts of …

What five little balls of fluff taught me about love

Found this in my draft archives. Little more open than I've been on this blog, and in general, but I'm gonna suck it up and share because I've had this in my head for the past month or so. I blame Christmas approaching. Their fifth birthday was May 14, 2016 so this was written last …