I write one sentence.

_And I write another._

I smile at you.

_And I smile back._

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I make half a heart.

_And I make the other._

I steal glances.

_And I take them openly._

I write the prologue.

_And I make the epilogue._

the best lover for a writer

is just another writer...

Love has never been three words followed by a form a punctuation.

It’s the way she looks at you when you lay in bed.

How she holds your hand just a little tighter when the song that means just a little bit more comes on.

How your eyes will meet in a crowded room soon followed with a smile.

The same smile that you yearn to see after a long day.

How her laugh washes away the hardships that have com...

if i had a rose for

every time i thought of you,

i would wander through that garden

forever

this world is full of poets,

but you yourself are poetry and i think

it’s beautiful,

the way your eyes sparkle

when you talk about the things

you love,

the way you smile when you look at me

you say i seem so happy

but baby, how could i not

when your laugh makes my heart glow,

beating with adoration

no matt...

His scared hand reached out and grabbed by wrist, each warm and bony finger wrapping around my tanner skin in a way that called shivers down my spine.

“Kacchan…”

He mumbled my name like it was a prayer. How can someone make me feel so wanted while having done alsost nothing to achieve it? Well, that’s not true. He’d done everything, our entire lives to make me feel the way that I do.

“I understand...

Once upon a time,

There lived a woman, she strived to be better and to help, especially those who are broken.

She fought so hard to make a change, to make the world a better place for everyone. It wasn’t just her against the world you see, it was everyone that had a lost journey and decided to take the right route.

Some took the wrong turn and never came back, others went around the merry go r...

they opened the door

never once a chore.

i nodded politely

they smiled lightly.

they laid the table

when i wasn’t able.

bought me flowers

mood never soured.

when i was down

they were ‘round.

they tended to my fire

they only inspired.

i kissed their cheek

when they felt weak.

held them close

left kind notes.

i wrote poetry

read happily.

i gave them bliss

they gave a kiss.

...

Fairview, a quaint town, lay under the sinister shadow of an oncoming storm. It wasn't just any storm, though. The townsfolk could feel it in the marrow of their bones; this one was coming for them personally. Just what it had in store was anybody's guess, but when it came down to the drenching and the windblown, it was sure to be a sight to behold. The first peal of thunder that rang out was enou...

As I made my way out into the backyard garden, the distant sound of laughter and music from the ball filled the air. The gentle rhythm of the music intertwined with the rhythmic tapping of my shoes as I walked further into the garden. The moon, brighter than ever before, cast a mesmerizing glow over everything. Its light danced playfully on the flowers and trees, creating a magical ambiance.

I fo...

He turned on the shower, quickly testing the temperature with the back of a hand before flinging open the curtain.

“Coming in?” he asked, eyes never leaving mine as he stepped into the rainfall of water.

“I suppose.” My response came out more unsure than I had intended. How was it that a shower felt more intimate than the absolute debauchery we had just participated in did? This was not our first ...

it was the most wonderful thing

butterflies flying

worlds around the sun

in my heart

your lips pressed against mine,

interlocking,

arm around my waist,

hand around your neck

pulling me in closer so you could taste me

deeper, sweeter,

savoring the flavor of my watermelon lip gloss

curled up against you, you hug me closer to you

i bring my face closer to yours,

kiss me again,

i’m begging you

i d...