blood dripping fast from our skin to the marble floor are we both wounded too far beyond repair? I’ve never...
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I offered to carry your boxes I wanted to climb in the trunk but there was no room in your...
I schemed our love like a criminal plotting the heist for your heart I rehearsed my speeches like a three-act...
“Don’t mind him,” says the well-meaning blond boy in the off-brand hoodie, his voice soft under the barks of drunken...
Walking me home in the early June evening Telling me I’m funny like you’re not leaving Knuckles brush mine before...
Before you, I was a blank page an empty college-ruled space longing for beauty between lines With your gentlest touch,...
Meet me on the pier when the sunset fades Where the sea sings its evening serenade This summer night is...