Tag: Love

You see the lightning, close your eyes and count the heartbeats until the sound of thunder rolls through your head, so you can decide if the storm is fast approaching, or leaving you behind.

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This porch is tiny, only enough room for 2 folding chairs and a small end table. I know that only from judging the porches of my fellow apartment goers; mine is empty, and will remain so. I spend some time out there, especially while it’s raining. It’s covered, so I can be outside and remain … Continue reading You see the lightning, close your eyes and count the heartbeats until the sound of thunder rolls through your head, so you can decide if the storm is fast approaching, or leaving you behind.

On clear nights I stare at the sky and make a wish to those billion year old lights, and it’s the same wish every single time. 

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I want to live in a place where my heart feels...weightless. I want to know the type of hug that feels warm, like summer air against your skin. I want to find myself lost in thoughts of fireworks and pancake breakfasts, snowball fights in January and chocolate filled Halloweens. I want to look forward to … Continue reading On clear nights I stare at the sky and make a wish to those billion year old lights, and it’s the same wish every single time. 

Melting this craving into true hunger, I now starve in my cyanide affections.

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Pierced through my skin, as sudden as a hornet’s sting, The lingering sensation left on my hands by his stroke. My lips wither outside of his taste; O does my body know How to turn desire into true demand. What once was a wish now boils in my blood, Looms over my waking dreams, cradles … Continue reading Melting this craving into true hunger, I now starve in my cyanide affections.

You know what they say, a little rain never hurt anybody, so I’ll be just fine. Trust me. 

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Umbrellas are supposed to be used to keep a person dry in the rain. Okay, so to be very specific,  they are just tools to be used to keep things under them dry in the event of a downpour. In this scenario that would be you, which includes but is not limited to, your hair … Continue reading You know what they say, a little rain never hurt anybody, so I’ll be just fine. Trust me. 

Fresh snow shining in the morning Sun is a view I’ll never grow tired of.

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I want you to fall in love with me The same way the flower falls in love With the rising of the sun on the Eastern shores, Those Boston winters capping the cold buds, A dark center, kept to itself, Until it unfurls with a moment Of spring time winds and morning mist; Fall in … Continue reading Fresh snow shining in the morning Sun is a view I’ll never grow tired of.

It’s November, and I’m cold, and Ohio feels extra lonely tonight.

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She does a worn soul good, like campbells chicken soup On a stormy, chilly day pent up all alone In this place we call November, Ohio. She brings back the heat to the center of your body And you can feel it radiate to the tips of your frosty toes Until time flies, until eyes … Continue reading It’s November, and I’m cold, and Ohio feels extra lonely tonight.

The words and opinions of others mean much more to me than my own. It’s why I write and write and write; so I can read about the kind of person I’m growing into. 

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I stopped listening to the words on this page, so I can’t really tell when they started to betray me. A lifetime lost in pages, it’s insane to look back and not recognize the person that wrote all of those lines. It’s such a drawn out fall, so gradual a slope that nobody would ever … Continue reading The words and opinions of others mean much more to me than my own. It’s why I write and write and write; so I can read about the kind of person I’m growing into. 

I get to work before the sun is up, and I leave work after it has already set, and I don’t even think I care anymore.

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The Sun is only romanticized as setting or rising, yet most of life will be experienced in between. A setting Sun bathes the horizon, outlining the nearby nimbus in blood orange as if stealing inspiration from love gone awry. The rising Sun is a steady blossom, curtailed by early morning commutes and excuses for running … Continue reading I get to work before the sun is up, and I leave work after it has already set, and I don’t even think I care anymore.

I still remember your favorite ice cream, and the way you smelled, and I’m obviously not taking enough pills to melt you away tonight.

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I lost track of the time as soon we turned on the TV. The lights and sound just served as background noise; my attention was all yours, and you knew it. We were laying down together on my couch, me the big spoon and you curled up with your head resting on my arm. Your … Continue reading I still remember your favorite ice cream, and the way you smelled, and I’m obviously not taking enough pills to melt you away tonight.

I wasn’t finished living yesterday, so of course I’m not ready for today, and tomorrow is just completely out of the question. And yet…

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Tomorrow comes regardless of our desire for a new day. Calendars appear stationary but they are always plotting and scheming, collecting tiny scratch marks and new pictures to entice us into revealing the next month. It’s such a dirty trick, using our love of cute puppies and cats and sexy shirtless firemen to reveal a … Continue reading I wasn’t finished living yesterday, so of course I’m not ready for today, and tomorrow is just completely out of the question. And yet…