Roses are red Violets are blue I know we’ve been over this already but I am truly sorry
Tag Archives: Writing
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Roses are red Violets are blue I’m getting over you So I guess I’m good
Love out loud
You are the very best of me. I always wanted to love out loud. I wanted to kiss and laugh and hold hands I wanted to fight about food and sports and cars I wanted to endure at least one awkward moment, like the walk of shame or being walked in on by a familyContinue reading “Love out loud”
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Roses are red Violets are blue It’s been a minute How are you?
Home at last
I always thought that moving back home would be like in the novels I read growing up I thought there’d be a party with all my friends and family present to say Welcome and We missed you I thought we’d laugh and make jokes about the great times we shared before I left and perhapsContinue reading “Home at last”
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Roses are red Violets are blue I lied I really miss you
Hopeful truth
How are you? I’d like to say I’m fine But I don’t believe I am And you might want to ask me Why, or What’s going on And I can’t possibly get into details Not because I don’t know why I am just not ready to accept or deal With it all yet So I’mContinue reading “Hopeful truth”
One Star
I fell in love the way you fall asleep; slowly, then all at once. – Hazel Grace Lancaster (The Fault in Our Stars) I wanted that. What she had. The love that happens to you against your will. The blind faith in another flawed being against your will Because no other option makes sense toContinue reading “One Star”
Happy New Year
When the clock struck twelve this morning, I was in an Uber, going up the dusty road that leads to my workplace. (I’m an engineer by day, an editor by night and a writer/waitress/manager/consultant/anything-that-pops-up in between.) I kept staring at the time willing it to slow down just long enough for me to arrive there.Continue reading “Happy New Year”
Antoinette
She is my blood, my love, my heart.
