A Series of Observations

Category: Letters to a Dying Flame

  • Cologne

    I bought a candle that smells like your cologne. I swear I didn’t realize when I bought it. That candle sat and waited to be lit in the cupboard in my kitchen, I think we were still together then. I hardly knew what I had done until it came time to light it, then felt…

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  • Revolving Door

    When did my life become a hotel with a revolving door? A life where, with a tragic precision, people come and go as they please. I wait behind the desk of the hotel lobby of my life and wonder if a vacancy will ever be filled. The bell has not rung, the music plays, and…

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  • One-Way Ticket to The One

    I’m a one-way ticket to the one.Men meet me, love me, and leave me all the same.For the next one to be the one. My heartache is inevitable, their luck, predictable.Certainly, I don’t see it as luck.For the next one to be the one. I’m a one-way ticket to the one.Only after I held their…

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  • One Day…

    One day… I might understand why it all happened the way it did. I’ll be strong enough to hold the weight of our story, or not at all. I’ll have loved the memory of you longer than I loved you. One day… Maybe a few years from now, I’ll see you again. We might have…

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  • The World Was Ending.

    Is everyone else as obsessed with the new song “Die With A Smile” from Bruno Mars and Lady Gaga as I am? Yes? Ok great. I have had this on repeat all day, and when I sat down at my computer this came flowing out of me. This is inspired by a lot of what…

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  • Mind and Matter

    My mind is stirring with you again. What does the mind know of love beyond chemical reactions? The mind speaks a language we spend our entire lives trying to understand. The mind is what complicates matters of the heart. You are complicated for sure. A landless, uncertain love without a definitive timeline. Take my mind…

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  • Demons Are Real

    Demons are real. They are just like us, in words and movement, and are sent to us in beautiful forms. They often look like you, and even have manipulation wrapped around their fingers. Demons are real, and they are us. Today my demons told me I am loved, but how wrong they are. Yesterday my…

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  • A Living Death

    Boy. Girl. Love, or what was closest to it.  A sudden end dragged over a year, a living death of two. The train comes. She leaves. He stays.  But the next day comes, and its feelings with it. The next day comes, and a memory of them doesn’t.  You are dead, she says, but she…

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  • Almost

    There is so much left to the imagination with the word almost. Such lightness, and a gravity that rips us from our high. You were my almost. My whole body feels the fact that we were nearly something, sensing the warmth of someone’s hand, but never holding it. My mind mourns our near collision, wondering if…

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  • My Body is A Cage

    I am a songbird that has been silenced, free me so that I might explore my range. I want to fly with my confidence, coast along with my contentment. Flap my wings with every morsel of my rage and cry out my song of sadness. The wind through each feather, tender as the love I…

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