confession
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The tilt of you, the fractures where the light slips in. I trace your doubts like constellations. Your mistakes beg for reverence, a desperate proof of life. I shaped you into a vision without weight, perfection hollowing all meaning until I warped your memory just to survive. There is no hesitation in standing bare, skin
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I once lived in the warmth of brown eyes, Believing they held all the light I needed. A gaze that wrapped my world in quiet surrender, Whispering promises, bending reason. But in a single moment, the color shifted, And what I knew unraveled into blue. Brown dissolved into a distant echo, While blue became the
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I used to think that love could make time stop, but he taught me time is irrelevant. He could infuriate me like no one else, and I don’t think I’ve ever been more exasperated with someone. I could never bring myself to intentionally hurt him. Yet, the fear of missing out on something so painfully
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As I’m writing this letter, I feel as if time with you isn’t enough. Your beautiful brown eyes haunt me and will continue to haunt me in every lifetime. You often wonder what goes on in my head, but it would drive you insane. Your smile is in every corner of my mind. Words that
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In the search for love, perhaps all a soul truly needs is to be present in Manhattan. Falling in love with New York City is a perilous affair, for it is not merely the city itself that captivates us, but rather the person we aspire to become, leaving behind the mediocrity of our past. When
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You cannot fight a ghost; feelings and people alike. When I sleep, my demons linger at night; each face bears a resemblance to people I’ve known in life. A cemetery for my tragedies settles in my mind. I’m haunted by my lack of strength and self-deprecating pride. A Trimester is worth a lifetime of guilt;
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I want to know what you are thinking. Your thoughts are friends to my own. You’re a parable for my heart and a quiet dream in my mind. Your charm allows room for discussion and it’s admirable even with your faults. You hold your emotions behind your eyes, so do not demonize me for falling.
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I am attracted to your mind. How you recognize the value in persistence and the air of benignity that surrounds you. Your perception exudes beauty. When you laugh, it carries to my ears and your eyes turn brilliant. You are music to me. I believe in the rhythm of your virility. You gave birth to
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Reminded of forgotten desires. Dark, with television to lighten the rich, brown, mahogany, that is my skin. So soft. Addicted to touch. My hips seared by your fingertips. Shadows danced on the walls as you gave the phantom kisses that reside on my thighs. The music background noise to your name, as if it was the
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I don’t have to say much to feel. You understand my silence as music, and when you speak, I do not miss a beat. I contemplate my desire for you, suppressing it beneath my desperate need for simplicity. I don’t need you to make me happy, or to fix a part of me. I am
Wishful Thinking 