Hey! delete, delete. How are you doing? delete, delete. I hope you’re doing well. Maybe we should meet up some time? delete, delete. Hey, I know this is random but I just thought you should know how I feel about you for the 47th time so that I can face the fact once again that …
To the memoir who won’t write itself for some reason, Why? We have spun up many tales from the depths of our mind. There may even be some truth somewhere. Getting to know myself has been a medicated ride to mental hospitals and therapy sessions. Except we never have gotten far enough to be admitted, …
He called me beautiful.Sure, it was followed by descriptions of the curves on my body.And yeah, he expressed the interest of my insides rather than what’s inside.But, he said I’m a girl with a pretty face.And pretty faces get you far.Pretty faces get you boys with a book of words to describe you.Pretty faces get …
I met Love when I was 14 years old in a four-way Skype call on a Saturday night in November 2015. Love had hair like Shaggy from Scooby-Doo and eyes that followed like the Mona Lisa. Love was a random boy. My best friend did not expect us to hit it off. She did not …
To whom this may concern, It is with great pride that I write to inform you of my leave, Effective immediately. My heart is not with you as you go through this troubling time. I do not pray for you, and my thoughts go out to someone else. I hope you find peace in knowing …
Dear Love, You’ve given me another chance. You’ve put up a fight and left me restless, But you’ve given me another chance. You tore down my soul, So I built myself a fortress, But you have indeed given me another chance. You’ve appointed the wicked as my knights, But I’m sure that was a mistake, …
what is this feeling? so familiar and vague. like a steady passing thought. an existence of nothing more and nothing less. neutralized body. mind astray. but fleeting. water roaring on a beach drowning in sand. water neither cold nor warm. but perfectly still. virtuous loud silence. fifty-fifty? or zero-zero? perfect standstill.
I could smear this canvas in paint and expensive pictures. I could cover every blemish and harmful marking. I could make it black and white, or vibrant with every color in the sky. But there is always a reality behind that. I’m dragging needles through my skin to cover pain. I’m wearing my heart on …
Letters we write ourselves are so often vague. We say that we’ll get through this, Or that it all goes away. We know this isn’t true. See self, we have a history with trauma And avoiding our problems, Or avoiding our mistakes. We probably do it then As we do it now, All this time …
I am an emerald. Beautiful, but green. Quite rare like the others. Expensive, but green So not often bought for these reasons. Everyone wants a diamond. Clean and polished. Not a hint of green. I want to be a diamond But I’d risk my rarity. The diamonds are chosen in each shop. Think engagement And …