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StoryIcarus adbates19 years 9 months ago
StoryA Toast To The Fact I'm Not Like Other Writers adbates29 years 9 months ago
StoryThe Cheater, The Homewrecker, and The Witness adbates19 years 9 months ago
StoryDon't Touch Me adbates59 years 9 months ago
StoryPassing Glances at Glittering Boys adbates39 years 10 months ago
StoryHappy Birthday adbates09 years 10 months ago
StoryRip The Last Petal In Half adbates09 years 10 months ago
StoryVernal Equinox adbates29 years 10 months ago
StoryDon't Let Her Die adbates09 years 10 months ago
StoryDeimos: The Broken and Damned adbates09 years 10 months ago
StoryAnxiety adbates19 years 10 months ago
StoryAphrodite: Mother of Love and War adbates09 years 10 months ago
StoryAnteros: Not The Golden Child adbates29 years 10 months ago
CollectionMyth Poetry adbates09 years 10 months ago
StoryAres: Father of Love and War adbates09 years 10 months ago
StorySinging adbates29 years 10 months ago
StoryNegative O Poison adbates09 years 10 months ago
StoryTexas Skies adbates09 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Space I Don't Take Up adbates19 years 11 months ago
StoryAm I Okay? adbates29 years 11 months ago
StoryLearning To Love Myself adbates59 years 11 months ago
CollectionNot Small Talk adbates09 years 11 months ago
StorySaturday Night In The City adbates09 years 11 months ago
StoryHe'll Be Good For You adbates09 years 11 months ago
StoryOrigami Rabbit adbates39 years 11 months ago

My stories

Lost Time

you are 9:31 pm when I set down my book because it’s finally too dark to see the words that were distracting me from my loneliness you are 9:32 pm...

13

I shouldn't have been there at 13 or 17 I never should've sat on that bed whispering sweet things in your ear I shouldn't have gone back to find out...

The Thought Of Being In Love

No longer do I remember your name but I keep finding unrequited love poems in my handwriting

Replacement

He kisses her trying to wipe her mouth free of the taste of past lovers which must still linger on her lips like the salt of her tears He holds her...

The Gods Will Adapt: Aphrodite

She teeters on the edge of her bar stool scouting out beautiful people for her friends and self You barely know her but you’re crying on her shoulder...

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