relationships
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Reeling from the stupidity of months wasted,I continued to waste more time with people that wanted nothing to do with me.All of these people floated in and out of my life like a revolving door.I couldn’t keep up with the personalities.It was truly exhausting.Until John Doe popped up.He had an air about him that compelled
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I saw her photo on one of those apps. You know, the one named after a lesser god.Her eyes were brown or maybe they were gray.Honestly, I don’t remember that well. But I do remember the way she tilted her head in photos.The quintessential millennial pose. Angled so high as if the viewer were taking
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I became accustomed to violence being a language of love that I shuddered at the thought of anything else.A finger pointed in my face casting blame like a spell from a fairy tale.A voice that sounded sweeter than molasses became grating like moving styrofoam around boxes.The hand that held mine so lightly was suddenly around
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More pain than woman. Not so easy to dismiss. Feelings of regret Singed my damaged lips. Fear struck a cord So deep inside, I admit I never heard the tune it played But felt it was disjointed The damage flowed freely From one soul to the next Cycles of inadequacy Coupled with trauma Doubled by
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The people I love are shadows Because they no longer exist. They are trapped in my memory. Mere shadows of what they used to be. Thoughts of what was and what will never be. Fading with time as everything does. But the pain never really goes away.
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I’m not an architect but I keep making plans Hoping one day the world would fit in the palm of my hands Praying that one day I could make you mine But loving you is like watching the sun rise It’s beautiful and brilliant but it’s not only for me But honestly you’re the woman
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January Winter doesn’t feel the same anymore. I miss the bitter cold Winters of my youth. The ones where the cold would sink into one’s bones. It physically hurt to breathe. Those are the winters that I miss. Because I could make an excuse for the tears in my eyes. Tears of sadness, frustration, anger.
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Meeting you in a past life would have been a waste. The old versions of me would not be able to handle all of you. The way that you view the world is quite innocent. There’s still good in the world in your eyes. My heart has been worn down by disappointment. Straining to find
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Please pick up the phone. You need to know the truth. My heart aches knowing that I’m lying to the person that I love. But there’s this weight I’ve been carrying for far too long. This feeling of discomfort fills my stomach. The thought of a future where my mistakes no longer haunt me. That’s
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I was in a creative slump for the last few months of 2021. I was not able to write anything of merit, except for one poem. I cherish that poem the most because I wrote it for the person that I am in love with. I do not say that lightly. I guess my creative
Trapped In The Margins 