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Pieces of Peace: When I was 4-Years-Old I Asked If God Was Dead

My parents told me a story when I was four I came home asking “Is God Dead?” and they didn’t know how to answer it. According to my pre-school teacher, she remembers me as the little girl who’d ask “Where’s God” during Bible study time. Take note I was not in a Catholic school, but … Continue reading Pieces of Peace: When I was 4-Years-Old I Asked If God Was Dead

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Pieces of Peace: An Old Routine

I found myself in somebody else’s bed again. I’ve already mastered this routine, a few bottles here and there. Now I’ve lost my phone in this unfamiliar mess. Tip-toeing the hallways, finding pieces of my self-worth scattered on the floor. There are times, I’d wake up next to a stranger and other days I see … Continue reading Pieces of Peace: An Old Routine

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Pieces of Peace: For Every Person I’ve Been With

I was thirteen-years-old when I had my first kiss.  It was wet. I didn't understand what was happening. Was it supposed to feel this way? I've watched enough teen sitcoms and romantic comedies to know how a kiss should look like. Assuming it felt as great as having a killer soundtrack while you're making out. … Continue reading Pieces of Peace: For Every Person I’ve Been With

Pieces of Peace: Midnight ramblings for a soulmate

Photo by Alex Robert via Unsplash  Is there such a thing as soulmates in the romantic sense of the term? I once thought a past love of mine was my soulmate. Though my evidence was shallow and my reasons could be pure coincidences and not handed out by fate. Now, 12:20 a.m on the clock … Continue reading Pieces of Peace: Midnight ramblings for a soulmate

Falling Apart and Burning

I am sitting in a burning room and all I can say is that I am fine. By the next few minutes, I would be buried with the ruins of my sanity. I am watching flames dance until everything becomes ashes along with my desire to live. Turned off my phone, my Wifi, and social … Continue reading Falling Apart and Burning

Pieces of Peace: My Anxiety is not Romantic

  My anxiety is not romantic. My anxiety is not a fetish you can bring into the bedroom.  Someone told you that someone with anxiety is a great lover.  You believe because of my constant need of validation that everything will be okay; I will pour my energy into our relationship.  You are sadly mistaken … Continue reading Pieces of Peace: My Anxiety is not Romantic

Pieces of Peace: “New Love, past pieces”

Now explain to me this: how can you possibly love me? How you can love someone so damaged baffles me because I can’t see what you see. But I would like to welcome you here, where every single one of my relationships came to die. Oh they’re all still alive; they just decided they were … Continue reading Pieces of Peace: “New Love, past pieces”

Pieces of Peace: i am not your manic pixie dream girl

I could just be some hipster wanna be but instead you called me a “manic pixie dream girl” some two dimensional literary trope. It was sweet at first how you liked me the moment you saw me though that should’ve been a red flag. You said the moment you saw me and not the moment … Continue reading Pieces of Peace: i am not your manic pixie dream girl

Pieces of Peace: “saviour of a toxic romance”

In the long run, you’ll realize that there are a few relationships in life that’s not worth saving. Do not constantly remind yourself that you are in love. Or tell yourself that there is no one else in the world that will love and tolerate you because you’re only settling down with someone for the … Continue reading Pieces of Peace: “saviour of a toxic romance”

Pieces of Peace: Lonely Morning Hangovers

I want to wake up beside you because I want to know how it feels when your body curls next to mine. I want to feel your skin under the covers and our legs intertwined. I want to feel your lips pressed on my forehead as you slowly doze off. Your arms wrapped around me … Continue reading Pieces of Peace: Lonely Morning Hangovers