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journal seventeen.

Isn’t it gratifying? To hear the words they say? The praises they sing? Who are you trying to kid? We all know. You care what they think. But how could you not. Children, we were born this way, fingers scrolling on digital screens. We don’t touch grass anymore. We watch it, behind a sheet. WeContinue reading “journal seventeen.”

journal sixteen.

Champagne glasses up, I cheers to your quarter life crisis. That’s what they call year 25, no? So maybe I manifested it. Can I reverse time back to that night? Standing on that chair, my arms draped over your shoulders from behind, I’d tell your best man to give the toast instead. To blacking out,Continue reading “journal sixteen.”

journal fifteen.

When did you know you were done? And why didn’t you tell me then? Was it while I carved our initials in trees? You waited until I carved it in my skin. While I dreamt of you as I slept And spoke your name into the wind, You left my presence behind closed doors WhileContinue reading “journal fifteen.”

wash, rinse, repeat.

They say love blinds you, but if you asked me, I’d tell you they all lied. Desire blinds you. Desperation blinds you. Fear blinds you. Love is just what we nickname it. We aren’t made to handle ugly truths. I did everything that they say one does after heartbreak. I cried. I screamed. I cursedContinue reading “wash, rinse, repeat.”

journal twelve.

And I think what hurts the most is the forever I imagined — that forever with you. I think back to all those talks of being side by side forever, to all those jokes of our eventual, inevitable “I do.” Now all those conversations of exploring the world together, of growing old together are noContinue reading “journal twelve.”

journal four.

We don’t fall in love with people. We fall in love with moments—with the calm of hands running through hair, with the tickle of laughter against skin, with the warmth of a body nearby. We don’t fall in love with people. We fall in love with moments—with the hours that feel like mere minutes thatContinue reading “journal four.”