A Series of Observations

Category: Letters to a Dying Flame

  • When Push Comes to Shove

    When push comes to shove, who will I be? Will I take that next step, will I soon get to see? When push comes to shove, we are shown who we are. And each step thereafter, it feels so bizarre. To walk in a world, that at each point I create. When at every turn,…

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  • The Friends that Leave and the Grief that Stays

    Friends are the keepers of memories and secrets; I have plenty that know much. There is often a shift that occurs against my will entirely, where those friends begin to harbor secrets of their own. Their effort goes with their attention, and I no longer am a priority for it. In their absence grief stays,…

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  • Unprepared Men

    Unprepared men make for angry women. They hardly realize how anger becomes her, a quiet persistence only generations can manage. Anger passed to from mothers to daughters, again and again. Women are born angry at a world that doesn’t understand why. Unprepared men, despite the world that is catered to them, will never outrun the…

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  • This Mind of Mine

    I’ve been locked in here forever, this mind of mine. In here you still exist, out there you are long gone. Do I still exist in that mind of yours, as you do in mine? I’ve been locked in here forever, this mind of mine, and I stay in here because I can’t seem to…

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  • I Lied

    I told you I didn’t mind, and I lied. I told you I was ok, and I lied. When I was scared, I lied. When I was angry, I lied. When I was hurt, I lied. Sometimes I’m only safe when I lie.

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  • Glory Days

    My, those glory days are over, aren’t they? Now time goes nowhere and forces me to have little to do with the plans I used to have. Not that you kept to those anyways. Those glory days, with love to spare and no way to compare to what we had before, what do we do…

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  • The Body That Carries Me

    I changed before I was ready to. My body is soft at its center, containing valleys and curves as opposed to the desired smooth planes, in truth I never had. Speckled with scars and freckled constellations, offering a map of the life that I have lived. Dark lengths of hair and deeper eyes, the shell…

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  • When Choices are Made

    Life is about the choices we make. Though hide we try, we must partake. Opportunities are endless. Energy is telling. Flirting is harmless. Intentions are damning. Who will we be when choices are made?

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  • Wasted Tears

    I have wasted so many tears on the wrong people. Will it be worth it in the end? I can’t stop thinking about it. Every single drop. Have I ever gotten tears in return? I think even that would have been too much to ask.

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  • What Does it Mean Now?

    Words mean so little when I am so far behind on giving them. I hate you. I miss you. Go to Hell. Get out. Come back. Don’t leave. Words mean nothing when you never give them. I’m sorry. I love you.

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