Notre Dame elementary School
Mom let me down easy
Lots a stay at home and extraction training

No Tylenol in the dresser drawer
All Irish poems Jenna

"There's wars Kevin, there's FBI, there's all sorts of trying happening,  I made you and I can remove you from this earth."

"These are Italian women from a family, Kevin, I'm from New York."

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Tara, we made it

Elon this is Japanese engineering, we have some respect Elon

Rice paper Jeff, more love

Contemporary American feminist theory

Back to the governess

Irene Testa,  she means as the Sicilian unfolds the soul
Nuovo,  Gianmaria Testa in 1

I write? 🙈

Bambino Pacina, so they begin merry

That this is how that should be
In Ireland in the everywhere

Rupi, we place the rupi in disregard together it is found

I'm not a saint
But he said I was a gift
I hope he is right
Timor mortis conturbat me

Some good thing before I go
Something for my boys
Something Thai
Or Spanish

                            Ole!

closure is a loaded word, isn't it?

it's like love or hate or happiness or sadness — it means something different for everyone.

some people want a saccharine ending, where all of the loose strings tie neatly into place. they want august rainstorms with long, lovely speeches and picture perfect kisses to dazzle even the coldest of hearts.

some people want an ending to end all endings. they live for the drama they can feel in their gut, that rips open their veins and reminds them they're alive. they need the adrenaline that makes their heads spin.

lastly, some people want to hold on some how, some way — whether that means being friends or best friends or acquaintances who nod at one another when they pass on crowded streets. it doesn't matter because, it's all the same. not every love story lasts, and sometimes, people are better as friends, anyway.

me? i'm not sure. my mind, with all of its erratic twists and turns, and my heart, with its snap decisions, haven't ever been in this sort of situation. i don't have any prior knowledge to what this is like, and any movies that end like this, i leave the theatre before.

i guess what i could say is, given all that happened and the way it ended, all i want is one thing —

closure.

I like the little poems
   Portland. Seattle.
             Reno.

                 Yo!

so we placed the work on censorship.



little boats,  welsh not, #bandaged

books and what nots.



they had been there

some time, yet were not noticed

i guess.



it may have been nose bleed that done

it. she censored it all, shoved in

a drawer, even the refugees

crossing.



i go to the ship now, and

i hear she threw the jazz band out



too.

late dinner tonight
          he and I
              I try

I felt something off
You write my concerns off with a scoff.
I think I’m not okay
And your response is to stay away

You left without a second glance
And left me alone in this dance

You apologize
But all I hear are your lies
You try so hard
To get me to let down my guard

But you broke me
And for a while I couldn’t see
Its been months since November
But I still remember

You attacking me through text
You left me vexed
I sobbed so hard
But now I see I’m just another card

Another pawn in your game
Another name you can claim
Another person you can manipulate
My heart still won’t regulate

I think deep down it wasn’t your fault
You didn’t mean your verbal assault
But the texts prove it
That I was just a bit

Just a pawn in your game
Just someone you could crop out of the frame
But I can’t do this anymore
I'm slamming the door

You meant so much,
And I still crave your touch.
But I need to let myself heal,
By letting myself feel.