Original Poetry

I am made
of the poetry
my fingertips
bleed.

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Original Poetry

Just when I’m learning

how to climb out of the abyss

I threw myself down all that

time ago,

he threw down a rope ladder.

The edges were frayed,

the fabric worn,

unsteady. Unreliable.

16 steps up and

he

let

go.

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Original Poetry

‘Red is the Colour of Love,’ They Say.

“Red is the colour of love,”
they say
what a
fucking joke.
It’s the colour
of my blood
that bleeds out of my veins
and is absorbed
into the ground
beneath
every
footstep
I take

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From Jodi Picoult to You

She puts her hands on either side of my face, and the room falls away. I have never gotten so lost in a kiss before. And then, the space between us explodes. My heart keeps missing beats and my hands cannot being her close enough to me. I taste her and realize I have been starving. I have loved before, but it didn’t feel like this. I have kissed before, but it didn’t burn me alive. Maybe it lasts a minute, and maybe it’s an hour. All I know is that kiss, and how soft her skin is when it brushes against mine, and that even if I did not know it until now, I have been waiting for this person forever.

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