she was nothing like me.

she was nothing like me. // pages 34-35 she was nothing like me. she was nothing like me–everything that wasn’t me.i’m not sure if i’m sobbing or screaming. |thinner than me. smaller. softer. paler. | she brought out the worst in me. a side of me i rarely see.rarely let breathe. and now, she’s all […]

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unrequited

I was looking over some older poems and it is crazy how a writer’s voice can change. I noticed a trend of my writing from last year. It was so dense with raw, angry emotions. A whirlwind of desire, confusion, and betrayal. In those moments, I felt like I was helpless to these emotions I […]

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