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- Sep 2016
i asked you
a thousand times before
to write me a letter
no matter how short or
no matter how long
because i fall harder for words

for almost four years
you didnt write to me
not even once

and when you finally did
you dont know how happy
you made me feel receiving
a six page letter
handwritten
front and back
it goes

it goes...
and it cuts..
these paper cuts
they bleed

*but not as much as the words you said
- Sep 2016
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She was moved
even if his hands
never touched her
- Sep 2016
I lost most
but found myself
- Sep 2016
I looked up and see the wonders of the night
half expecting that answers will just be in sight
though I knew from the start that there's nothing there
but still darkness and sparkles of light
2014
- Aug 2016
She was poetry
Nobody ever read
- Aug 2016
I feel like I lost something. But I can't figure out what, or is it a "who." Whatever it is, I forgot the how's.

I can't sleep. I'm trying to remember what it felt like holding that thing again.. I can't remember. Maybe I forgot how it felt like to be whole, or maybe that thing was not really mine from the start. Oh my god... what if I lost something that wasn't mine? Is that even possible?

I'm panicking. I can't remember if it was myself that I lost. What if I never really lost anything.. what if I'm just losing myself..again. I don't wanna go back to being incomplete.

"Hi. Do you hear me? Can you read this? Have you seen her? She looks a lot like me...but happier."
- Aug 2016
"He didn't take her with him
But she was never left behind."
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