It’s been a month since you died. I wondered why the moon looked so pretty last night. As it was the night you left. And the night we said goodbye. I asked Riss for the location of your burial site, but maybe the moon was…
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Poetry
alone
I love being alone. When I’m alone, I can play whatever music I want. With no one in my ear asking to skip this song. With no pressure to find something for everyone to jam along. No spidey-senses searching for vibes that feel off. No…
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The Siren & Sailor
Sometimes I think I’m ready to love again… I exude this confidence, this elegance. In my walk and my very essence. It’s the reflection in the mirror and my warped shower head staring back at me with that same smile. Same tilted head. That familiar…
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rebirth
Never a muse but a crutch, holding up the weight of others’ addictions. Skeletons. Hoarding their lifelines.Both a sign of their greatness yet a reminder of their failures“You make it look so easy,” they’d say as I drowned in their sorrows and lifted them afloat…
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