Writing
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The Flowers Died on Monday
The flowers died on Monday.
They had always flourished before that.
Red, yellow, green, and blue.
They were always full of life.
Like her.
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Voice Messages
“Hey, Emma, just wanted to make sure you made it home alright today. Also, you’re going to have to take a different highway to get to Mom and Dad’s house. There was a crash on 78 last night, probably because of the storm.
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A love song from my oc’s perspective
I’ve already fallen for them,
But they’re in love with the shy girl with the pretty hair.
This person I’ve fallen for,
They’ll never realize that I’m waiting by the door.
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heat
everything is hot and stuffy
our glasses sweat,
they create pools of condensed water
the table sticks to my elbows from humidity
its plastic is scratched from so many plates before -
angry
we kissed
your lips red and full
mine chalky and dryyou stomped by everyone's sleeping heads
when i pushed u off
dripping ur red lips
from your angry veinsstains no one would see
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im living for the thought of you
living for our friends to laugh
as we walk down the halls
hand in hand
or see each other in passing
and smile knowingly
living to show up to school
in your hoodie
or for you to show up in mine