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I am searching for something that doesn’t exist a secret that lives somewhere between dusk and “I miss you” hidden in that small voice in the back of your head that whispers “you’re missing something” or “what have you forgotten?” an unexplored part of the pacific or the atlantic or something in between I never […]

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Rosebush

There is nothing kind about pretending to love someone long after you’ve forgotten what their voice sounds like on sleepy, coffee-scented Sunday mornings. There is nothing authentic about excuses dripping in guilt. You know this. Yet somehow, you’ve decided the rosebush blooming next to your door, the one that caresses your doorstep with blood-red petals even […]

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Finding It

And         somewhere between fear and absolution,                                         I realized that his arms felt like home.

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Night Sky

Only stay with me until we finish counting the stars above

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The Runway Walk Out of My Life

I watched you walk out the door, the clicking of the lock behind you sounding a lot like the word “goodbye” dripping from your lips. It felt like a punch in the mouth and tasted a lot like betrayal, but somehow an apology wasn’t worth the postage.

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Lose Yourself

Golden eyes captivated me with their lace lashes, promising no escape. The mirror showed no reflection but his; I exhaled the smoke from forest fires in my chest.

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Word Play

It took me twenty years to realize that I can’t rhyme “I love you” and the silence you offer me my breath gets stuck in my throat because the nothing between us is hard to swallow

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Please Love Me More

Breathless icicles chiseled their way into her heart as she dug through memories and sand trying to find a tattered photograph of souls. Please love me more. They eternally stood in the rain together, rain tracing away tears and black and white lifelessness. They laughed and held each other like nothing could possibly change. Please love me […]

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Recognition

Your satin tenderness caresses me lightly, making my tangled skin hum gently with the remembrance of blissful vivacity in velveted parking lots coated in Rolex rings and candor. I found you then in the worn creases of every day. I still do.

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Duplicity

It was all too easy. I didn’t see that I was optional. Your love was nothing but a forgery and I was complicit in the crime, rustling through pages of love poems and looking for you in every one.

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