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I’m mad at you for thinking that you never broke my heart. Every time you weren’t excited for me broke my heart. Every time you weren’t proud of me made…

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I Promise

    And the night is sometimes like this, cloudless, barren and naked, same as a nervous girl disrobing for a boy the first time. Look, even the stars are…

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Manitoba Rituals

It was a winter of muted wolves and colorless owls without voice. We spent those first few months together in an apartment with occasional heat, sporadic electricity. Puddles of wax…

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Blood on His Tie

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This Much I Know

I cannot say I know very much when it comes to love. Only what I have gleaned from those around me. In the faces and hands of random strangers, Tucked away in hidden corners, Of cafes, bookstores and libraries.

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Hidden

Loving you sucks. You don’t try to get better, because you love being sick. It gives you an alibi, a reason, an excuse. Your imagined diagnosis gives you comfort. You warm yourself with it at night and curl up by it on cold days. It’s not your fault. It’s never your fault. You’re broken and anything you do will automatically be forgiven…

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The Looking-Glass

Our eyes meet, and my heart burns itself to ash Growing wide wings of infinite desire and longing for the scent of her hair wafting like an iridescent fog through the darkened forest of my mind. Her smile of blinding star-formed happiness…

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On Fire

I lost a battle in my head when I recounted backwards from ten. I feel like I’m on fire, but not as fiery as the fire that stages its satire in your eyes.
Like a play, I lay around acting it out within my own sense of stay. I need my time, like the fire that satires its burning point of melting in my eyes…

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