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I am a gangster, or I hope to be; never one to share my vulnerability, I lick my wounds in private. My space is sacred,
January 20, 2023
I am a gangster, or I hope to be; never one to share my vulnerability, I lick my wounds in private. My space is sacred,
Sweater weather. Cuddle weather. Weather for two, choose who the other one will be. This is the season, the last leg of the year, and
Lefty left. Righty right. I don’t know my left foot from my right when the music comes on. Should I move to your side or
I loved you,Treasured and kept you close,You were my air,The song I lived and breathed,My sanity in a world devoid of clarity,I let you close,
I love you more.Not because love can be quantified, measured in grams or joules.Or because my heart is anatomically bigger than yours. I love you
Adamant. Rigid. Uptight. Guarded. I have a rich source of adjectives that could begin to describe what would paint a vivid image of who I
BowLay your life downWorship at my feetMark your way to my lipsHot and FastSlow and torturous Sing a hymnWrite an odeRecite poetry till my heart
Apollo, there was a time we had conversations that flowed till morning and we would have to call in sick to catch some sleep. Funny
I came here for love but handle me with kids’ gloves. Scared, worried and anxious. What does life hold beyond this dark tunnel? Is the
There is peace in my being, A sight I don’t remember seeing. There’s a spring to my walk, Bubbliness in my talk. Good vibes and
The cafe down the street has our photos on their poster. They say our our chemistry suits their aesthetic. Picture perfect, emotions swirling all around
I told my bestfriend about you, how I feel alive around you. He knows you make me happy and he wants to meet you down
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