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Ani
The city looked so quiet from up on the hill. It looked peaceful, lovely. I’d been there before, it was full of shit, with layers of perfume over it in hopes the shit would smell less.
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I Just Want Something I Don't Want
There's a rope swing
all the way back in the woods.
I forgot it was there.
I took you there,
do you remember?
Yesterday we read quotes my mother kept from when my sister and I were little.
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Orpheus
My whole life I have been trying to tell a story so beautiful that the world would fall in love with me.
That is why I befriended words and stage lights.
That is why I watch the details of the world
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The Girl With Too Much Passion
Once upon a time you were the girl with too much passion.
You tried your very hardest to be in love with the world,
and it made you beautiful.
But you lost that person to love,
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How It Always Goes: An Angry Rant
Dear ______ I am sorry.
Dear ______ I have hurt you and I don't know how to stop.
I say often that it is not hard to be kind,
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Rain Running
My watch did not enjoy my run in the rain.
This morning before the other humans had stirred,
I woke to the ringing of an alarm that was not my own,
and saw the irresistible rain.
Now my watch doesn't tell the date.
Loves
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the misery of love
every time you look at me
with your soft eyes,
tan skin,
and a nose you used to hate,
I mourn the loss of the love I once held for you.
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The Unsent Letter to a Certain Liar
Dear a certain Liar,
Yep, you read that right. Liar.
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remember not understanding what red white and blue meant
america is a kindergartner with her hair in pigtails. her
eyes are bright blue & curious. she wants to know the answers
to everything and she can't understand why
no one will tell her.
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Paradox
Love is a paradoxical thing.
I want desperately to be loved.
I want to wake up to a "good morning, my favorite person" text.
I want the last thing I see at night to be a little red heart emoji.
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Anger
My anger sits just below my sixth rib.
Nestled next to my heart,
the rage has easy access to my bloodstream.
My anger utilizes that location well.
It spreads like a lit match dropped in kerosene.
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1am
Home is
trying not to smudge
our still-sticky nail polish
on the carpet
as we sit
cross-crossed
on the floor
spilling secrets
& memories
our speech sliding