When I sat down across from you in the coffee shop, quaking and shorn from my comfort zone, I realized that I was wearing the same shirt I wore the last time I saw you. Threadbare, sea-glass green and still smelling of your Aqua di Gio, the scent clogging up my nostrils and tangling in … Continue reading To the last guy I went on a date with,
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Dulled Senses by Macy Elwell
When you tell me that you love me, I have no doubt that you do. But your words fall on numb ears. They hear you speak, but the nerves are disconnected from the soggy lobes of my brain. You look into my brown eyes, and for the first time, notice that there is nothing behind … Continue reading Dulled Senses by Macy Elwell
Leaving My Flower by Enrico Versace
I can love a lily all I want. Water it and watch it grow, admire the softness of its petals, lavish in its rich color. Too much is never the answer, though. It will be tainted by my touch, even reject my tears of desire. It won’t see my passion as beautiful, rather as a … Continue reading Leaving My Flower by Enrico Versace
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