I'm opening up about the journey of figuring things out—career, relationships, mental health, and everything in between.

Reckless abandon was the literal routine Unfortunately, you get used to the coldness Because closeness and consistency seems unfamiliar

Second best can no longer be my place, In any capacity. That distinction has never served me,

The nerve of me to let someone steal my joy The nerve of me to let someone dim my light

An original poem by Bobbi T.M.

Original Poem by Bobbi T.M.

An original poem by Bobbi on BobbiSaid.com