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I love the curves of your silhouette. How your scar appears from behind your neck. The way your left eye protrudes when you get mad and the sound your thighs make as I kiss them.

I was innocent until it was pulled from beneath my feet and then I realized how good it felt to be bad.

shadows before dark the meadow in the eve a glazed moon intertwined with a tune before midnight how the frogs sing from afar for the taint of your heart the tune, the blues the croak with edge i wade through ponds a top…

We were in love, or, well, I was in love. A one-sided love, but honey, it didn’t matter because for the first time I felt something other than my own ego. I felt the hands of another, the grooves of their skin, their sc…

You didn’t realize, but I won. I touched, I gained, I felt and I appreciated what most people take for granted. So yes, I won.

You can’t build a home when the past clings and you won’t let go.

our shoes were dirty of a love that was mere putty stuck between ticks and tacks as we bathed in the sunset an impulse through veins streets, lights and out of your eyes a brief moment where reality seemed like actualit…

I’ve spent all of my life in front of a computer screen and the only thing I’ve come to realize is that I become nostalgic for people I don’t even know.

There she went, right back again. six word story

You were quite lovely, but I mixed lovely with homely because I was young and naive. So plain and simple, yet pleasant and handsome. You felt like home, but that’s where I went wrong.