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  • it hurts

    his lips quiver around the words. the air is still and no wind will be able to take the blame for what is about to come. the cars have lost their voice and are unable to mask the feelings inside them. no one is ther…

  • soft and full of love

    the wind is gently swaying my hips and pulling the petals from cherry blossoms around our dancing and laughing figures. in the shadows nothing lurks because you are here to shine your light on all the bad dreams that …

  • can't i just stop?

    i want to scream- die- cry- walk away- i always cut myself off because i don't trust what i say. it's a bad habit. just like when i bite the lips that tremble with sadness when you are near. just like when i tell you s…

  • fantasies that lie like corpses

    static whispers in the back of my mind like the wind on a crisp november day. thoughts of crushing leaves cross my mind but i cannot stop for them because i am going to be late yet again. the streets look tired …

  • a fresh start

    you will wake up in four hours, at 7:10 a.m., and turn to see my eyes opening like flowers in the spring. but i will not be there. so you will go and take a shower, waiting for the fumes of coffee to rise from the kitche…

  • i love you, but please stop.

    fall in new york is quite mellow. the leaves are falling down, and changing colours, with the moods of the sky. foggy days become hide and seek for the sun and the clouds, and the ground is cold and wet with tears of los…

  • i will never come

    down the hallway, into the third bedroom on the right, underneath the pink and purple covers, you'll find my broken heart. it lies in a coma, broken into pieces of memories i like to sleep with, but hate to walk with. th…

  • on a dare

    you asked me out on a dare but i said yes before you could say no. but now i am only together with you because you are a member of a huge christian family that disapproves of you being gay. and you think it's beca…

  • when it's really not.

    we all have a story to tell. mine consists of rotten flowers, left at my window, to turn from pink to green to a bruised purple to gray. mine holds surprises that contain no real surprise, only bloody sheets and a signe…

  • heartbreak

    heartbreak- when a boy or girl breaks your heart and it shatters into a million pieces of 'if onlys'. heartbreak- when they tell you it'll all be okay but really it will never go away. heartbreak- we live with it ever…

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