Category: prose

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I notice you, I want to say. Even when no one else does, I do. I will.

I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

Is it better to out-monster the monster or to be quietly devoured?

Everything in life is just for a while.

What a wicked game to play,
to make me feel this way
What a wicked thing to do,
to let me dream of you

You were a dream. Then a reality. Now a memory.

To whom do I owe the biggest apology? No one’s been crueler than I’ve been to me.

Everybody wants a flame, but they don’t want to get burnt.