I can’t stand when people say things won’t matter in the long run. If life is a race, then the finish line is death. Of course nothing matters in the long run. I’m a senior in high school. In four more months, I won’t see some of these people ever again. What they do to
Read more →You say I’m safe without a doubt Your name concealed against my brow I’m wallowing in it’s warmth But cares sweep in I’m holding on tight To something real It’s spilling out beyond the feel I’m caught between the truth I’m lost at your name The question conceals the truth And I am left to
Read more →To the boy who dances with pool sticks and his best friends, You told me three months ago that you were currently pursuing a relationship with someone else. Such a clear statement but I’m so confused. All I want to do is move on but you and your friends make that impossible. I can’t go
Read more →Dear “Squishy”, Every day I come here to see if you’ve written him a letter, if you have I’ve missed it. I wonder if the guilt of what you did eats at you. It should. He was a married man, you knew that from the very beginning. I messaged you on FB telling you to
Read more →I wish I didn’t know what it’s like to know you. i wish i didn’t know what it’s like to kiss you. i wish i didn’t know what it’s like when you put your arms around me. I wish i didn’t know you were a liar. I wish i didn’t know you were just using
Read more →You make me like you all over again. & of course, it’s right before you leave. To Istanbul. 6512.8 Miles will stand between us in a week and a half. I don’t want you to go. But that’s me being selfish. I know you want to travel the world. I do too. I just wish
Read more →I’m so afraid. If I held fast to what I believe, we won’t last long. I know that it feels like we could go forever now. I know how quickly feelings change. When I say I’ve never felt like this with anyone, I mean it with all I am. I claim to have been in
Read more →I guarantee that I think about you at least twice a day. First, when I wake up to head downstairs and second when I turn in for the night. Your door stands closed with your various name tags still taped to the white wood. Remember? The giant red one you got from school, which I
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