Coaster sticky, Crested foam of shitty beer. The loam viscous Like the salty crust when you were near. Beautiful, the lies you told me. Pageantry, the story you wove me. The brush of lips linger from the last breath of words that broke me. Thank you for reading, ~ Victoria Elizabeth
I love you like the tree loves the sun. I breathe in your warmth, and my exhaled joy feeds the world. I love you like the bird loves the air. I float on your breeze, and my filled wings move the mountains. I love you like the fish loves the sea. I drift through your…
Lie to me. Tell me I’m the only one. Tell me I’m your muse. Tell me I’m the only star in your sky. Lie to me. Tell me I’m the most beautiful woman you’ve ever seen. Tell me our sex is communion. Tell me my pussy is magic. Lie to me. Tell me you’re leaving…
I’ve broken you, yet you’ve allowed me to bind the wounds. — I’ve failed you, yet you’ve permitted me to try to make amends. — I’ve lied to you, yet you’ve welcomed me to tell the truth again. — I don’t deserve you, yet you’ve forgiven me and loved me all the same. ____________________________________________________ Thanks…
My husband and I recently traveled to North Carolina to attend a friend’s wedding. Even though we only stayed for a weekend, we still managed to squeeze in a bit of sightseeing, which, in our case, consisted of climbing a mountain. Though we’ve never gone hiking on a mountain before, we decided to attempt the…
Every once in a while, you get to witness a miracle. Real, passionate love. Unbridled joy. Two people so alone in their precious moment of happiness, the world could stop turning and they’d hardly notice. Congrats to Kenzie and Brian on their special day! ~ Victoria Elizabeth
Months of self-doubt, self-hate, and self-destruction culminated in a total catharsis for me this summer. I spent the first half of 2014 thinking I wanted something different –something greater– than what I had, and I nearly risked everything to achieve an “independence” I thought I needed for validation of my worth. What I nearly did,…
the words come easy, hard candies rolled on the tongue. it should be hard to go, to stay, to want both and none of it at all.
feet strike pavement, echoes of a path I used to take. running from you, or toward? both are the same mistake. why do the cracks in the concrete make me crave the scratching tickle of your kiss? escape I’m free of this illusion but you’re the lie I hate to miss. Thanks for reading, Victoria…
I feel my happiness coming back. It’s been a slow process, but it’s returning, and I can feel the warmth spreading through my body. I doubt myself less often. I feel encouraged, supported, and appreciated. I have rediscovered the love of family, the love of friends, and the love of myself I had so carelessly…
Victoria Elizabeth Ann 