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Youth Is Wasted On The Young, And So Is True Love
I’ve wasted too much energy on people who fall in love with fucking me. My heart has only ever locked eyes with an equal once, and that was wasted, because youth is wasted on the young, and so is true love. I don’t want to be fucked. I don’t care if magazines and viral tweets…
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Swapping Stories With A Stranger
Last night, the sun was still alive, looming above, but flagging with fatigue, and the sky was a soothing shade of blue. There were bottles, broken and blessed on the brown and grey stones of the pavement, as I crept past, lighting up a cigarette, hoping not to halt the slumber of a man who…
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A Good Person
Celestial power seeps through my skin, as I sleep, I am deep in a dream, running from waking hours, wondering what else I can do, to be free. I used to wonder, if I was a good person, being who I needed to be, so I could keep myself alive, watching my soul surrender to…
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Confessions Of A Self Aware Manic Pixie Dream Girl
Recharging over night, I awake beside you, with bright eyes, slight sassy retorts, when you ask me how I slept, because we both know, I probably didn’t. I read tarot, while you dress, write poems, while you cook breakfast, and I never stop rotating between a routine of smiling and pouting, in a way that…
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Tell Me How Long, Before The Last One?
I took twenty tests, (buzzfeed, not pregnancy, or coronavirus) because I thought it would be easier to leave you, if the internet told me. It sided with you, I assume they saw your eyes, or heard you sweetly singing off key, in the car, and thought “How could you ever, ever let him go?” but…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 