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courage

last night, i cried so hard that my ears hurt. today, i woke up with my throat screaming, too dry to open my mouth and let air in. my pillows were still wet, my eyes still puffy. when i plopped … Continue reading

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Icarus

Don’t get too close to the sun, for you will fall Don’t get to close to the water, for you will drown Instead stay on the ground, just safe and sound. So he did. Day by day, he’d waste his … Continue reading

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you

it’s you. only you. you are the one. and you have no idea. you are completely oblivious, i don’t think that thought has ever made an appearance in your mind, and i don’t think i have either. but, i wonder if … Continue reading

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Dear Father

Dear Father, Or should I call you that? Were you really a father to me, or simply a mere memory. Of someone I dreamed would be. But this letter isn’t a poem to you. I wrote one to mother months … Continue reading

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My Hypocritical love

I’ve watched you in the sunset Carefully letting yourself soak in the rain, Waiting for the morning to make it all better, The morning that never came.   I’ve watched you tear up So bitterly, from graceful sadness, So stabbing … Continue reading

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goodbye

you know, i write all these poems for you, but what if when we meet again it’s different. the world is still on your shoulders, but in a new way. your hair doesn’t flop the same way. our conversations are … Continue reading

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a reminder

everything reminds me of you. the summer nights that never really begin until 8 pm and the smell of salt in the air. sitting by the fire while the breeze comes off the ocean. my wet hair soaking through your … Continue reading

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