Monthly Archives: August 2013

Quote #179 (from my composition notebook)

Loving him hurts. 
(and he knows it)
And each conversation he shows it.

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“It is easy to woo a woman with a poem
To wrap her in consonants
 Metaphor her panties to her ankles 
She will read your words like scripture
You will read her body like Braille
 You will both be worshiping gods from … Continue reading

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he is

He is love. 
 He is long walks 
and late night talks. He is chocolate dipped in caramel 
sprinkled with nuts to reflect his personality.
 He is my reality All warped 
 All dry
 All happy 
All sad 
He is … Continue reading

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i feel such incurable sadness.i feel it in the pit of my stomachin the back of my throat- encroaching the deepest and shallow most parts of my mindi feel it in my chest.whenever my heart takes a beatout of my mouth … Continue reading

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Tell her she’s worth it.The good morning kissThe breakfast in bedThe flowers delivered to work. and don’t just tell her, mean it.Make her feel it. When she comes home from work with a sigh under her breath-Pour her a drink.Ask … Continue reading

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