All The Broken Pieces

I miss it you know

I miss the sleepless night driving by little white lines

I miss waking up in unfamiliar beds

I miss smoking until my lungs hurt

I miss the girl I used to be

So broken, so complex, so

Interesting.

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Autumn Air

The wind is harsh on my skin and I must admit that I love the feeling. I primarily have used this blog as a place to write poetry but I would like to try something new. I was to take more time to explore myself and my thoughts and I want to expand my horizons.

I want to write not only in metaphors and stanzas. I will be writing bluntly about many aspects of my life. a wide range from fashion and lifestyle to mental health and sex work. I want to write about ugliness as much as beauty and I am aware that not everything will appeal to the same group of people but I just hope that some of what I write will speak to someone.

 

Nina Prentiss