Like most love-struck humans, I often fantasize about my ex. The one that got away. The one that should have been kept at arm's length.
There’s tragedy in her tears. Fault lines in her fears. My dear, a deer caught in headlights. A constant red traffic light. When will she realize that stars above want to shine like her?
I tattooed your name in invisible ink. In the right light, I synchronize my vision to your letters. Like a lighthouse in the abyss, you navigated my soul to think. The stars longed for your companionship. I was simply a UFO, searching for a heart to come in peace. Now the galaxy is my fractured … Continue reading Wednesday Writes: Night Light
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How many rose petals should I pull apart before you love me? If I could only love you in my dreams, how long should I sleep?
My tongue gets tied at the thought of trust and trouble tumbling together in turmoil
I’ve been in this place so long. All this rent, in the form of time spent. Friendzone woes. Suffering from post-traumatic stress disorder, ever since my last flame burned me into postmortem. All these feelings I harbor for relationships. So heavy I hope it doesn’t sink this ship.