Fruit
As bitter sweet as the tart plum tastes I must remember the poison That caused me to fall to my grave The six foot hole between me And my harmonious love Is…
As bitter sweet as the tart plum tastes I must remember the poison That caused me to fall to my grave The six foot hole between me And my harmonious love Is…
Eloise had always been fascinated by shiny objects. In spite of being completely incapable of self-reflection, she tacitly understood her lack of serious depth…
It’s not good but I wrote it for you. You fucking jerks. I put these words to keyboard. and why? So I can practice writing sentences? I can do that in my spare…
I wish I could write. Something beautiful. Something moving. Something that would express my feelings for you. But I can’t. I can’t do anything but cry.
Thank God she’s gone, and that she took that stupid mutt with her. The crowd was finally starting to disperse as folks wandered back to their homes. They…
I looked around the small suite of rooms, the bitter taste of envy sharp on my tongue. Tired, so tired of Reese. She wasn’t anything so spectacular, but she…
After a while it gets to you. The happy shift of a friend’s eyes down to the ground when asked about her Significant Other how she’ll blush and shrug and smile…
People think I’m indifferent. That I’m faceless, and therefore unprejudiced. But this isn’t true. Just because you see only your pretty little face in me…