: About Me

If our eyes meet you may think I am bold to be drawing your attention to my existence, but secretly im wishing you could see right through me for my own insecurities are paper thin and as clear as cellophane. When I smile at you, it is possible I am greeting you kindly as I would hope someone would do for me, but what's really going on is a constant change in my ability to cope with your ability to make me foe. Today I have changed, and I hope you read this everyday.

My passion is ...

verbs and adjectives

My parents always told me ...

speak up

My favorite memory ...

laying on the living room floor with my mom watching the fish tank at 3 a.m

Why I write ...

expression is a form of existence.

My best moment ...

keeping the promises made to a dying lady

My inspiration ...

the profound relentlessness of each human experience

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Ending a relationship

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Letting go It felt as though the stars were burning into my soul. My mind was leaving all the worlds of sanity. My eyes no longer sought the comfort of your light. And my hands, they were numb to your coarse touch, They were callused with hurt, and bruised with anger. My emotions were lost in a sea of tears by which my own cries of salvation had drowned. My heart was forever disfigured, with only the remainder of an eternal aching that traveled in an excruciating perpetual cycle. Letting go of you was the end itself. But i did it.

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