He loved me like someone repeatably stabbing me in the heart and then kissing me like everything would be okay. I’d cry sometimes, and like a junkie I’d come back screaming, “I can fix this.” As an optimist, I sure don’t know when to give up. Love is the strongest narcotic and the only rehab…
Tag: writing
Six Words
“He likes me, broken and all.”
Six Word Story
I used to genuinely smile more.
Yesterday’s Poem
It’s been two years, three months and five days since our last breakup. We were for real this time. This time there wasn’t any “I’m sorry” or “We’ll do better next go around.” We just gave up. We gave up on the daily texts and the hourly how was your day recaps. What we had…
& Texts From Last Night
Texts from Last Night I love you. I miss you but I don’t want you back. Not being friends is hard. Maybe we could work if we tried again. Maybe we unraveled again because we had too many loose threads. Too many secrets, too many people, not enough of “I’ll try.” “I’ll trust you. We’ll…
& Generational Stairway
Here’s a piece of non fiction, I wrote senior year in college. This is still one of my favorites. I don’t write a lot of non fiction but when I do it makes me feel so transparent. I wouldn’t have started writing non fiction if it wasn’t for my professor who pushed and pushed. I…
& What do you want to Be When You Grow Up?
What do you want to Be When You Grow Up? Lately I’ve been content. I can’t settle for content though because of the fact that I’m generally a happy person and everyone knows this. So content is not good enough. Recently I’ve reflecting on why I’m not happy and when did this unhappy occur? Then…
Okay guys I’m going to start posting excerpts to some of my writing.
….Coming soon! You shall get a glimpse into the crazy creative mind of mine.
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