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Your cowardice is about as appealing As finding a strand of hair at the bottom of a cold drink; It didn’t make you any less refreshing. I..

If I could fill a glass With all the words you’ve never heard, I wonder if you’d even take a sip. You died with a dry mouth. Now w..

What would happen If you never knew anything about anyone Except that which hurt them the most? If you had to present your shortcomings and misgi..

She used to brew a pot of coffee after every Sunday dinner But before she handed me my own cup, She’d add a splash of water to dilute the t..

Life looms leisurely and lazily But I swear to you it stopped briefly Just to roundhouse kick me in the face That night I tried to get it drunk ..

Was it really so naïve to think of you In the most forgivable terms Because it gets too hard fighting the urge To apologize for me. I fin..

I like you

How easy it must be for you To orchestrate time Using clock hands To conduct grand symphonies Effortlessly. We must have been So miserabl..

I like to keep you bound in a spiral notebook Never knowing which is the more painful: Imagining or remembering? I keep pages of half truths ..

Waves slosh and slam against a shore Dusted with sand castles Moats dug around each one As if that would prevent Someone from getting inside&h..