They told me to describe a sunset without any color.

To not use the words orange, yellow, red.

I didn’t find it challenging,

because all I could come up with was you.

Being with you is a special kind of feeling,

and I’ve loved your simple presence.

Looking into you feels like a privilege,

even though I get to experience it every day,

my love for it hasn’t changed at all.

Your smile replicat...

I say that I do not care for you,

yet when you wounded me,

I stitched up my cut

using the color of your lips,

so that I could imagine

that it was you

easing my pain,

rather than the cold needle and thread

piercing my skin.

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And as we parted ways,

I swore to everyone in my life

that I would rather stab myself 3 times in my hand before going back to you.

But they seemed to know that I was trying to convince myself

more than I was trying to

convince them.

Because we both know that if you said the right words,

I would have come back on your doorstep,

holding your favorite flowers

and chocolates,

in my right

hid...

Softness.

As the music floats through the room,

the sound of the notes bringing you to a quiet sleep, that’s all I think about. Your softness.

For trusting you, maybe I am a sinner.

No matter what the rules say,

what’s the consequences to your love?

The first sin of humanity was Adam trusting Eve, so much so that he bit the apple.

Because what were the pearly gates to the smile of his wife?

B...

Softness.

To be fair, pliable, influenced.

To give love, comfort, compassion.

To never say no.

To always say yes.

Maybe I was never meant to be soft.

From the cracks that I grew out of,

from the violence I’ve endured,

some turn to gentle silence and graceful gestures.

But I’m not meant for it.

I’m meant to be loud.

Meant to be proud.

Meant to be loved.

Meant to be opinionated.

And maybe I’m not...

I don’t want to leave them. Please don’t take them away from me.

I was once a kid too. And when I was growing up, my mother and father weren’t the best people. I love them, but I would want different parents if I had the choice. And once I realized that my dream was set in stone.

While my friends were dreaming about going to the moon or becoming famous musicians, I dreamed of having a love that...

I sit on the cold tiled floor of my bathroom, clutching my knees to my chest. I frantically look around, trying to name five things I can see and hear.

Air vent.

Shower head.

Curtains.

That’s all I see. My chest heaves up and down in a panic and my tears are staining my ripped shirt.

His touch is engrained in my skin. I can still feel his saliva in my mouth. I can hear his laugh from here.

If ...

From our eyes interlocking across the classroom,

because I always thought you were the perfect distraction

to

our fingers intertwining with each other,

since your hands always seemed to be warm,

you really were like the sun.

From laughing with you because of a little mistake in our words

to

having a key to the same front door.

From hugs and kisses every day

to

ignoring each other’s texts

...

There’s no curse more twisted than love. She knocked me down, my head pounding as it fell on the icy gound with a thud. She looked at down at me like I was less than human. Like I was just another body to her. I try to pick myself up, but she kicks me, my side throbbing with pain almost immediately.

I hate to admit it, but I’m happy. I’m happy that she’s the last person I see before I draw my fin...