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What am I so afraid of losing,when nothing here was ever mine?Still—I held you like light in my hands,like if I was gentle enoughyou might stay.I called it love,just because you li...
on learning how to speak without ever being heardContinue reading on Medium »
A complete outsider, a loner, James – bullied, invisible, starved for connection – until Sarah notices him. She doesn’t ‘love’ love him; she just cares for him, truly. She doesn’t...
I wrote this poem during my time at SUNY Oswego. It’s late at night, and I’m heading back to my dormitory by the lake. I wasn’t in a rush, but I noticed the couple walking in sync....
One day, we’ll meet for lunch; surprise me! Alfredo for me & arrabbiata for you. You’ll talk like nothing’s changed and I’ll hope you choke on everything you never said. The wa...
All my 11:11 wishes were about you, I wished for you to like me, I wished for you to want me, I wished for you to talk to me, I wished for…Continue reading on Medium »
The city had become a ghost of itself. Streets I once roamed with careless laughter were now empty avenues, the echoes of my own footsteps mixing with the distant rumble of armor...
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shallow creases taste our skin. casual predators. stalking voids we never knew were there. the smell of time is both sweet and sour. old clothes caked with blood and expectation....
I want to tell you that I don't still love you...
Tears soak the freshly turned earth beneath her knees. Her womb flutters gently, like the butterfly hovering over his flowers. Fresh-cut daisies, white like surrender, mark his gra...
The Last Seen at 2:17 AMShe stared at her phone.“Last seen at 2:17 AM.”That one line held more emotions than any message ever could.A week ago, they were talking all night. Now, si...
time tumbles forward. an awkward despot in leaden clothes. delicate creases in the skin of choice inevitably become permanent. we wear each other like plastic skeletons. fragile a...
there was nothing dramatic about us—no almosts,no breaking scenes,no words big enough to echo.just youhanding me your thoughtslike they were fragile,and me holding themlike I under...
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