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journal sixty-one.

lovers to strangers strangers to lovers we long for one and feel like death in the other but for the chance for it won’t we cry ourselves to sleep? wake up in bed, still dark and, yet, hope to dream remember the joy that love could be? won’t we? won’t we pick up those glasses,Continue reading “journal sixty-one.”

journal forty-nine.

So he told you that you were pretty? That, without you, life would be a little shitty? All those sweet nothings made you feel aglow So they cannot blame you that you did not know That pretty is the equivalent of feeling fine That pretty means nothing when he cannot say “mine” In reference toContinue reading “journal forty-nine.”

journal forty-seven.

If your happiness became the only form of payment, How much more selfish would you be? What would be worth your tears? I want you to think carefully Because I really think that’s it. That’s the price we are paying. To live this life, It should go without saying That you only get to beContinue reading “journal forty-seven.”

journal forty-four.

what is this feeling? i can’t help but know i’ve been here before it’s all too familiar those things crawling in my skin i’m alone but fear i can’t move i can’t be seen? breathing gets harder but i don’t know why and i’m trying to think i’m trying to place it what is this?Continue reading “journal forty-four.”

journal forty-three.

last night, i dreamt of you and even in my dream, i didn’t think it was true i had the thought that i was dreaming told myself to wake up, and i did, so seemingly it had to be you, since still, you were there and confused i was to see you so clear whenContinue reading “journal forty-three.”

journal thirty-three.

fall hard while you’re young. let the ground scrape your knees yet again. build calluses around your knuckles and finger tips. lose yourself in the mall with the fear to never be found. forget where you placed your favorite baby blanket, the one you carry with you everywhere. let yourself hurt. so when you areContinue reading “journal thirty-three.”

journal thirty-two.

I have not been more eager to love someone than I am to love you. Maybe I’m caught up in the physical touches, longing for lust, but I swear, it’s true. I figured the love I’ve had before is the best I’d ever get to borrow, But you, you sweet thing, you have me thinkingContinue reading “journal thirty-two.”

journal thirty.

Everyone I have loved, I’ve loved in years. 2020 was the first. Naive and innocent, it saw the world behind doe-eyes. It was the process of learning to walk but wanting to run while knowing no guidance had been written yet. 2021 was electric. The taste of something new, something different. It was high inContinue reading “journal thirty.”