poetry

  • Poetry

    We knew how this would end What it would cost us And we did anyway We played with fire and we both got burned The friendship we had before is gone Buried in the ashes of the mess we made This is the price we pay for lust But it was so much more than…

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  • Words matter

    I was very young, barely 13 years old, when I overheard comments about my body, my allegedly lifestyle, my teenage choices. Hurtful, malicious words spread out by people that should love me unconditionally. And that was the worst of it. If they thought that about me, what would strangers think? The self-loathing that followed was…

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