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The need to write poetry is a tickle down my throat I must cough up even if I don’t want to. Advertisements
I loved him the way a woman loves a man she never touches but writes emails to and has tiny pictures of him stuffed in her wallet and I would have loved him even more if I sat outside his … Continue reading
She folds her heartbreak like origami transforming an ocean into teardrops.
“The bed is an operating table where my dreams slice me to pieces” – Anne Sexton Below is Rebecca Fionna photographed by Carly Zeng.
My bottled up feelings for you ran out of ink.
Don’t feed me poison and tell me I am toxic.
When I think of you, why do I hate the ways you tricked me just to hate how I let myself be tricked more?
We were statues who woke up still as stone in each other’s arms.
My love fills books that he will never read.