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“Who am I To you?” A simple question, yet those small words send me fumbling around my head searching through th..

I want your hands to find their way back into mine. a slow steady warmth spreading from your fingers melting off the ice I&rsquo..

So. With you gone for a small two days. I still did silly stuff. Like find my descendents CD, realize it was scr..

“My heart stood an arms reach away from me today. Close enough to make it hurt but just far enough out to make it wor..

I am insomnia driven with poetry rushing through my system. this keyboard’s space key, slowing down the process, but ..

my hands are red with cold knuckles aching from me refusing to stop typing and maybe attempt something close to [maybe] sleep..

..... breathing would be nice right now. “be safe” I guess I’m not perfect. not her. not..

a boy, whom I thought a million miles out of my league out of my life. But his arms still encircled me. held me stable fo..

words spill fall plummet out of my mouth. This has to be too much. I can not be allowed to enjoy conversati..

“No.” I kept saying. There is no way. You couldn’t be flirting. I have to just be seeing things. someth..