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StoryIcarus adbates110 years 1 month ago
StoryA Toast To The Fact I'm Not Like Other Writers adbates210 years 1 month ago
StoryThe Cheater, The Homewrecker, and The Witness adbates110 years 1 month ago
StoryDon't Touch Me adbates510 years 1 month ago
StoryPassing Glances at Glittering Boys adbates310 years 1 month ago
StoryHappy Birthday adbates010 years 1 month ago
StoryRip The Last Petal In Half adbates010 years 1 month ago
StoryVernal Equinox adbates210 years 1 month ago
StoryDon't Let Her Die adbates010 years 1 month ago
StoryDeimos: The Broken and Damned adbates010 years 1 month ago
StoryAnxiety adbates110 years 2 months ago
StoryAphrodite: Mother of Love and War adbates010 years 2 months ago
StoryAnteros: Not The Golden Child adbates210 years 2 months ago
CollectionMyth Poetry adbates010 years 2 months ago
StoryAres: Father of Love and War adbates010 years 2 months ago
StorySinging adbates210 years 2 months ago
StoryNegative O Poison adbates010 years 2 months ago
StoryTexas Skies adbates010 years 2 months ago
StoryThe Space I Don't Take Up adbates110 years 2 months ago
StoryAm I Okay? adbates210 years 2 months ago
StoryLearning To Love Myself adbates510 years 2 months ago
CollectionNot Small Talk adbates010 years 2 months ago
StorySaturday Night In The City adbates010 years 2 months ago
StoryHe'll Be Good For You adbates010 years 2 months ago
StoryOrigami Rabbit adbates310 years 2 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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