alyssa-yuWhisper

shots firedthis is the american dream: / someone walks into the store to ask about buying a gun, / and the response is

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Mar 3, 2018

emergence, see?my body is a crime scene with your fingerprints on everything / bruised knuckles / from punching the wall too many times

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Oct 6, 2017

heelfrom birth, he is instilled with a fear of weakness. / his mother does everything she can to make him stronger, but never teaches him that he is worth more than the weight of his muscles and the force behind his fist. / he remembers drowning, pain and terror rushing through every nerve in his body, wishing she would let go of his foot so he could just dissolve instead...

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Sep 25, 2017

the brown in your eyes is the solid ground i stand onone thing that used to disappoint me was that all of the superheroes and book characters i admired had eyes blue as the ocean, or emerald green, even grey like a thunderstorm, but never brown like mine or yours. brown was plain, common, nothing special. / well, that is someone else's loss if they refuse to see how truly beautiful you are, and i will selfishly stare into your eyes forever / for they are the color of espresso with a splash of milk, and you make my heart race like a double shot

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Sep 6, 2017

keloidthey tell me the raised marks on my skin are an overgrowth of scar tissue / and i wonder why both my mind and my body will try so aggressively to cover up a past wound that it just becomes another

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Jul 10, 2017

i, ms. yui cannot say 'i miss you' because it's not true. / i miss school dances, excessively fancy dresses, vanilla coke. / i miss saturday morning cartoons and sugary cereal.

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Jun 24, 2017

brittlei have heard people compare love to sand castles / beautifully temporary / eroding slowly then all at once into the unforgiving sea of reality

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Jun 24, 2017

almosthis name sounds like almost / and i can’t help but imagine sometimes what would have happened if we had met earlier, / before i knew what i needed

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Jun 24, 2017

headroommy mind is a mess that i refuse to clean because it is the only way i know where everything is / unfinished thoughts piled on a chair to be dealt with neve–“later” / ugly memories shoved to the back of the closet in an attempt to pretend they don’t exist

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Jun 24, 2017

no winn(t)erif relationships were seasons, they'd call us autumn / because every moment, I'm falling behind or you're leaving / either way, it is a relentless race to bleak and barren ending

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Jun 22, 2017

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