Month: May 2025
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[the rehearsal]
Did you know the endingthe moment you met me?Was I alreadya bookmark in your story—temporary, folded,meant to hold your placeuntil something shinier came along? Was I your trail run?Practice before perfection?Did you say foreverjust to try the words onlike a suit you’d never wear again? I still wonder—was it easy for youto walk away from…
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[Crowned]
They dragged my name through the kindling, called it healing. Said I was the storm while they lit the fuse behind their backs and sang hymns over the explosion. They anointed my grief with mockery, called me bitter while drinking from the cup they poisoned, and told me to turn the other cheek as they…
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[the return of the butterflies]
I felt you again—that flutter in my ribs,a heat in my cheeksI haven’t let myself feel in years.Not since him. You showed up in the quietest way,like you knew I might run. Not with grand gestures,but with softness.A shared song.A roller coaster plunge.A door left open for me to walk through,and I did. And you…
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[the fine line]
some daysi forget the sound of your laughand i think,“this must be progress.” but theni pass someone wearing your cologneand suddenly I’m twenty-one again,and you’re standing too closewith that crooked smilethat always meant trouble. i keep your namepressed between the pages of a storyi don’t read anymore.but i still won’t throw it out. i’m not…
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