Tag Archives: Relationships

Talking Constantly Isn’t Necessarily Communicating

You smell like old money, And I wear a halo. We talk for hours, But it’s always the same, oh. You don’t know anything about me. We talk constantly, But there’s nothing to say. So I grit my teeth; stifle a … Continue reading

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Perception of a Lost Dream

Faded photographs, Crumpled up in my top drawer. They keep me up at night, Speak volumes of all that we’ve endured. They’ve led us to this moment in time. It all happens so fast; In the blink of an eye, … Continue reading

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I’m Asexual

Children are inventive. As a kid, what deterred me from my lofty dreams of becoming a doctor were hastily quashed by the thought of having to deliver patients’ newborns by pulling babies out of their throats. But if you had explained to me … Continue reading

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Je N’Écouterai Pas

Je me lève, Si je restais trop de temps dans mon lit, ensuite je me fais un mal de tête. Alors, écoutes à moi, je suis le roi des Poissons. J’étais déjà sorti quand tu as téléphoné moi, J’ai espéré tu … Continue reading

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Come Back To Me

Come back to me, Like waves caressing the sand. If you can find it in your heart, I’ll never let you go again. We’ll leave footprints behind this time Instead of scars. It won’t matter where we are, As long … Continue reading

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This Ship Is My Home

Nighttime’s bittersweet. Everyone’s got somewhere to be. Anywhere but here, Anyone but me. I’m riding through the waves, Reminiscing memories; I drive fast ‘cus I’d rather die, Than live to say I never tried To sail the seven seas. Shame … Continue reading

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Why I’m Indifferent That I’m Single and Why (If You Are) You Can Be Too

I want to start out by saying I’m hoping to do something a little different with this post. And I hope it’s more candid and accessible to read than the abstract poems I typically enjoy posting for you guys.

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