Browsing All posts tagged under »Feelings«

Still Thinking

December 15, 2017

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About you, But why? I know I haven’t Crossed your mind. It’s been years; Since we talked, Since we- We’ll it wasn’t love, That we made. What was it? A scar, a painful Memory. That’s all it is, To me. What’s it to you? Nothing, I’m sure. How many came after? Literally (Lol) And, well, […]

Too good

August 28, 2017

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For me, it seems. Or anyone, for that matter. On your High Horse, atop your Pedestal. Your chin aligned with the Gods. I look at you, unworthy; unsure if I should bow. But it dawns on me; you’re human. With the personality of a deity. All simply because you’re pretty. Anyone shows you love So […]

Black Monday: A Story of My Life

July 25, 2017

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It comes as no surprise that today ended the way it did: with me fucking up. Although it’s more than likely just coincidence, somehow today’s date is almost like a Friday the 13th to me. You see, July 24th has a few significant meanings. First, and least importantly, it’s the day the registration for my […]

Dear Hannah

May 16, 2017

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I know how you felt. I know the loneliness that you described like the back of my hand; the pain, the emptiness. And it makes me sad that no one was there for you. It makes me sad that so many people in your life had failed you. I like to think that if I […]

For Eternity

April 7, 2017

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I finally found what to say, To you, my confidant; always receiving my feelings, my thoughts, my troubles. I’m alone; in heart, in spirit, in mind. She didn’t want me, like they always don’t. Friendship is enough, for them, but not for me. I wish I could decide, when to have a meaningful connection; when […]

Ghosted: A Story of My Life

March 27, 2017

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As I sit here listening to a sad song on repeat, the only thing keeping my soul warm is a glass of rum and coke. Every now and then I glance over my shoulder to see if my phone’s screen has lit up, meaning a notification of some kind; hopefully, of course, a text message. Particularly, […]

Hello, 2017

January 2, 2017

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My coworker, an older, short Mexican man, walked over to the edge of the shop and asked, “Why do you look so sad? New Year depression?” I looked up at him and sort of grinned, having expected this conversation to happen. “I told you,” I said, referring to the answer I gave him earlier. “Women.” “Ah,” […]