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19/Non-binary/al it's been a while.
i don’t say anything when my mother presents the off-brand mouth wash. after all, dad’s payday did just get changed to Monday. i didn’t say anything when my clothes came from Walmart this Christmas. after all, we did just move and there’s bills to pay. i won’t say anything when eventually my mother asks for money from my first paycheck for the groceries. after all, I am a vegetarian and my food costs more.
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Feb 26, 2022
Feb 26, 2022 at 11:03 AM UTC
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a love this intense one of the most sought after things it’s in the way you look at me the way i say your name to love is to fear everything you may lose but if you don’t try you’ll never know what you might gain
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Sep 26, 2021
Sep 26, 2021 at 8:28 PM UTC
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my heart aches when you touch me and aches when you don't.
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Mar 3, 2019
Mar 3, 2019 at 8:28 PM UTC
heart
nothing changed except everything.
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Feb 28, 2019
Feb 28, 2019 at 4:17 PM UTC
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am i the only one who notices you're upset, Or am i the only one you're upset at?
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Feb 26, 2019
Feb 26, 2019 at 5:25 PM UTC
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he was gone before he left
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Feb 26, 2019
Feb 26, 2019 at 5:23 PM UTC
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Sometimes, I draw on your skin. I put myself, quietly, onto your palm in the form of curled letters and sharp patterns. Perhaps you think nothing of it, a simple annoyance when you try to brush your hair from your eyes and remember that I am hunched over you, lost in the shallow rivers that are the creases running across your hands. But I hope it means more. I imagine you feel the pen, moving with care, gently tickling you I picture you enjoying the warmth from my other hand holding my canvas steady or that you inspect each line, reading to much into every error that I felt too guilty for making. But when the next day, your palm is clean every drop of ink scrubbed off with purpose I stop romanticizing. You have erased me.
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Feb 24, 2019
Feb 24, 2019 at 5:37 PM UTC
Your hands
i adore cold weather. But not for the fires, Or the warmth of another person. I find something beautiful about it, And maybe even a bit lonely. It reminds me of bittersweet loss, And finding the strength to move on.
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Feb 24, 2019
Feb 24, 2019 at 10:56 AM UTC
cold weather
When you look at me Your eyes are dull. they were once a vibrant, beautiful green. But now they're faded and gone.
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Feb 23, 2019
Feb 23, 2019 at 10:21 AM UTC
your eyes
"you're quieter than usual lately." "there's nothing to say."
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Feb 21, 2019
Feb 21, 2019 at 4:19 PM UTC
His words