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StoryIcarus adbates111 years 3 days ago
StoryA Toast To The Fact I'm Not Like Other Writers adbates211 years 4 days ago
StoryThe Cheater, The Homewrecker, and The Witness adbates111 years 6 days ago
StoryDon't Touch Me adbates511 years 6 days ago
StoryPassing Glances at Glittering Boys adbates311 years 1 week ago
StoryHappy Birthday adbates011 years 1 week ago
StoryRip The Last Petal In Half adbates011 years 2 weeks ago
StoryVernal Equinox adbates211 years 2 weeks ago
StoryDon't Let Her Die adbates011 years 2 weeks ago
StoryDeimos: The Broken and Damned adbates011 years 3 weeks ago
StoryAnxiety adbates111 years 3 weeks ago
StoryAphrodite: Mother of Love and War adbates011 years 3 weeks ago
StoryAnteros: Not The Golden Child adbates211 years 3 weeks ago
CollectionMyth Poetry adbates011 years 1 month ago
StoryAres: Father of Love and War adbates011 years 1 month ago
StorySinging adbates211 years 1 month ago
StoryNegative O Poison adbates011 years 1 month ago
StoryTexas Skies adbates011 years 1 month ago
StoryThe Space I Don't Take Up adbates111 years 1 month ago
StoryAm I Okay? adbates211 years 1 month ago
StoryLearning To Love Myself adbates511 years 1 month ago
CollectionNot Small Talk adbates011 years 1 month ago
StorySaturday Night In The City adbates011 years 1 month ago
StoryHe'll Be Good For You adbates011 years 1 month ago
StoryOrigami Rabbit adbates311 years 1 month 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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