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The Holidays
The snow crushes beneath my shoes, and I run my cold bare finger along the door of the car wiping soot from it I draw a line straight across the handle. I’m stuck, but it doesn’t matter much. My brain and heart play tricks on me during the holidays, disturbing a thoughtful process of quickness I find myself emerged in self pity and self doubt which ( Read more... ) -
misled
We lock ourselves in makeshift cages, the kinds that only we hold the keys to and yet expect others to get through. I’m floating on a glass cloud, push - push - push - slam - break. Oh this imagery is every day. My mind is racing, coughing up useless information or useful depending on my mood. I substitute insanity for rage. I wonder if it’s ( Read more... ) -
the end
Sometimes I get so hungry for him I could sleep on the ground above his grave and pretend he's still alive. -
yes.
Now this is an America I want to be a part of. The people of this country have restored my faith in the intelligence of this country, and what it was founded on. As someone who once majored in political history this has such an amazing impact on me. During the past couple months I’ve listened patiently to republicans ideals and beliefs about Obama ( Read more... ) -
the space is limited in more than one place
My eyes glimpse the message letting me know he’s written me, and feel an momentary flinch shifting in my heart but it passes. He hasn’t written me anything spectacular but after everything this summer I can’t help but smirk when I realize it doesn’t hurt quite as much as it did when he began to ignore me after his love looked like it would burst in ( Read more... ) -
if you want me satisfy me
I feel unhinged lately, a soft broken feeling in my heart that dissects itself deep inside my soul. I miss her so much sometimes it becomes a great gnawing in my body, reaching right down to my toes and although it was one kiss I was left with a long time ago it inches its way forward in my memory. It is right to say I’m hungry for her once again ( Read more... ) -
all these triggers are making me ache
We fall in love accidentally, plunging ourselves into an abyss that we cannot escape until the love is wiped clean. It is almost like cleaning up a murder scene, dusting off your prints and picking up the pieces of what was tossed into the air. We cannot help these things as humans we simply fall, and let the pieces lay where they will. I am ( Read more... ) -
i'm back... sort of
I’m beginning to wonder if there is something that happens within someone’s heart and soul when your lover turns out not to be your lover at all. It’s a dream that just never made its way to fruition. I cower in fear when the word love is brought up. My hands begin to shake. I can have sex, kiss whoever whenever but the moment I feel it may be ( Read more... ) -
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I do miss you. -
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Luke is going to fuck everything up for me.