Our street, Milwaukee Avenue, a place of happy couples. Everyone here is with someone else. Young men wearing bright colorful beanies laugh while strolling with pretty long-haired girls with perfect smiles and brand new Uggs. I love this weather. Light jacket weather. Hugged up on each other weather. Vaporous breath in the morning weather. When […]
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January 27 was the five year anniversary of the first poem I ever wrote you. So, basically, my love for you could have raised a kindergartener by now. I’m sure if I really wanted to, I could pull out the notebook I spat all of my words for you into and I could re-read all […]
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Shot I: He wishes to forget the moment he first met her He wishes he couldn’t remember the colour of her eyes Shot II: The tequila stings his throat and burns his lungs But nothing hurts quite as bad as losing her Shot III: The tequila tasted like acid But not quite as corrosive as […]
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Part of me worries I will miss (the thought of, the idea of) you always. I talk (think) about running into you as though it’s inevitable. Like the changing of the seasons or our birthdays falling within a 6-day radius each year, but truthfully, there are 1.3 million people in this city. We could co-exist […]
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Just me. Just you. A lost we. A found me. When are we going to learn? When are we going to just be? Maybe this time we will see… There’s a lock on our love, but no key.
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What is love? Love is deep brown eyes and dancing in my kitchen at midnight. It’s my knotted hair on your pillow and feeling your hot breath on my forehead. It’s eyes filled with disbelief speckled with delusion. Imaginary glass slippers and clouds. It’s red wine paired with stars. It’s words spoken through lips and […]
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I haven’t written in a while, it seems like the words have abandoned me, like all your organic teas, forgotten, sitting in the silence of the storm, words are right here, in between the lines of my palms, lines dictating my destiny dictating what we were and could have been, but they refuse to align […]
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Tell them I was the perfect storm; I came strong and uninvited. Tell them you hid from my rain, And prayed for me to be gone. Tell them I was a delicate flower; Blooming so strangely under the sun. Tell them you stole my fragrance, And alone you ran. Tell them I was the ending […]
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About this piece: As a teenager, Prithiva suffered abuse in her first relationship. After 5 years that relationship ended. This is a letter back to her ex, her abuser, telling him how she has grown over these years and how she is thankful for whatever he taught her. . You were the only relationship I had, […]
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