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What Love Is
I told myself love was, love was.. self-destruction. It always had to be messy for me. Either messy or impossible. Impossible or forbidden. Forbidden or distant… I hid myself. From love. It’s different...
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Panic.
Sometimes I panic. Over the smallest thing; an unreturned text message, a missing earring. I panic and in that moment I see nothing but everything is wrong. I panic about all the moments I missed, all...
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Holding out Hope
Despite myself I was hopeful. Another love story that ended where is started, that never started really. Just sort of sputtered like a dead engine, sparked and sizzled then smoke. Just smoke. At least...
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Never Enough
Never quite enough for those I want to be enough for. Never quite enough for you. That “almost but not quite” could kill me. It leaves me breathless, and empty, and all levels of hurt. I try to be...
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Relief
I feel… relief Relief that I have grown enough to take the high road I feel relief that I have been strong But, the hurt too brings me relief. Relief in knowing I can hurt as well, and be stronger for...
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Affirmation.
You know I never really could describe what I loved about dancing. I thought it was the feeling, that I was just diving in; letting go of the reservations that I had created for myself, I thought it...
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Crash
and just like that, in blacked-out seconds I was forced into loneliness. I am lucky. I am breathing. I am happy. I am full of dreams and strength and memories. But forced into stillness, I realize how...
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How To Deal
I like to think I’m defined not by the trials or successes of my life but by the way I deal with both. Sometimes I bounce back with genuine positivity. Sometimes I have to fake it till I make it, but I...
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The Music Box Ballerina
When I was in high school I created a character. The music box ballerina. The music box ballerina was beautiful, perfect. However, she longed for more the perfection. So one night she escaped her box...
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Kiss Me
Today I realized, I’ve never really kissed anybody. I’m not talking about a “never been kissed” Drew Barymore special. I’ve been kissed. A fair bit actually, by a surprising number of people. But I’ve...
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What Love Is
I told myself love was, love was.. self-destruction. It always had to be messy for me. Either messy or impossible. Impossible or forbidden. Forbidden or distant… I hid myself. From love. It’s different...
View ArticleClik here to view.
Panic.
Sometimes I panic. Over the smallest thing; an unreturned text message, a missing earring. I panic and in that moment I see nothing but everything is wrong. I panic about all the moments I missed, all...
View ArticleClik here to view.
Holding out Hope
Despite myself I was hopeful. Another love story that ended where is started, that never started really. Just sort of sputtered like a dead engine, sparked and sizzled then smoke. Just smoke. At least...
View ArticleClik here to view.
Never Enough
Never quite enough for those I want to be enough for. Never quite enough for you. That “almost but not quite” could kill me. It leaves me breathless, and empty, and all levels of hurt. I try to be...
View ArticleClik here to view.
Relief
I feel… relief Relief that I have grown enough to take the high road I feel relief that I have been strong But, the hurt too brings me relief. Relief in knowing I can hurt as well, and be stronger for...
View ArticleClik here to view.
Affirmation.
You know I never really could describe what I loved about dancing. I thought it was the feeling, that I was just diving in; letting go of the reservations that I had created for myself, I thought it...
View ArticleClik here to view.
Crash
and just like that, in blacked-out seconds I was forced into loneliness. I am lucky. I am breathing. I am happy. I am full of dreams and strength and memories. But forced into stillness, I realize how...
View ArticleClik here to view.
How To Deal
I like to think I’m defined not by the trials or successes of my life but by the way I deal with both. Sometimes I bounce back with genuine positivity. Sometimes I have to fake it till I make it, but I...
View ArticleClik here to view.
The Music Box Ballerina
When I was in high school I created a character. The music box ballerina. The music box ballerina was beautiful, perfect. However, she longed for more the perfection. So one night she escaped her box...
View ArticleClik here to view.
Kiss Me
Today I realized, I’ve never really kissed anybody. I’m not talking about a “never been kissed” Drew Barymore special. I’ve been kissed. A fair bit actually, by a surprising number of people. But I’ve...
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