In the midst of long distance and confessionals with the moon, (to my heart) a star asks: “when did you stop believing in yourself?” …
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I have learned to hate the darkness. Not the darkness that comes from a burnt street lamp, or the sun setting for another night, no. …
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you were the person behind the melancholy that was etched in the words I had been writing on and on until it became a poetry …
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“Is there no hope for me? Is there no way That I might sight and check that speeding bark Which out of sight and sound …
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She closes her eyes for the last time. At first, it’s a relief. She’s tired, and she likes the feel of the rain on her …
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We could kiss on the street, but it’d be too romantic. I’d say you should leave but you’re no good with semantics. One-handed you gave …
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I didn’t begin piano for pleasure. In fifth grade, math was my nemesis, an unremitting struggle. I felt myself a free spirit, not to be …
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Considering we had been roommates for seven months, I felt like an outright fool when I finally realized that her eyeliner was tattooed on. For …
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When you need me You can’t find me When you find me You don’t need me What am I? Dani …