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Don’t pretend That I don’t exist If you wanted me to stay You would have let Me know. The price I have to pay Is to watch you learn From your mistakes from us With her. -She will never … Continue reading
Birds sing, Picking up Dead twigs To build A home For new Life. –Spring
Listen carefully: if you breathe into the seashell of my heart you’ll hear hurricanes and disheveled waves muting a lonely song that I know your … Continue reading
The need to write poetry is a tickle down my throat I must cough up even if I don’t want to.
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.
We were statues who woke up still as stone in each other’s arms.