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All I can think is: “My god, You’re so beautiful, I could die.” And I do.

It’s five o’clock and I’m standing outside in a rainy city. Children are coming home from school. I’m smo..

Life without melancholyis sitting on the east coast. The smell of saltwater, and being too far from home to call or to plead for re..

Lying alone in a queen sized bed,the sheets stained by your perfumeare perfect shadows of the nights we wishedwould never become mornings.

I sleep on your side of the bed when you’re not here, justto breathe in your scent. And I keep telling myself it’s to..

We run in circles. We run, we run, we run to each other. We run, we run, and we run away.

I worry that I am not thin enough, or beautiful in the morning. I worry about the way I taste, and whether I take up too much time. ..

At six-thirty A.M. I am pouring coffee into a gentleman’s cup, and wondering if he can tell that I want to die.

I used to have a jar where I would put all the words that I could never say aloud. I have long since abandoned that practice because I..

To be loved and to love. That is all we want, but there is too much to lose.