Tag: Dating
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Happy
Warning: pathetic girl-talk ahead. I’m broken again and tired and waiting for a ding from my cell phone to validate my existence. The ding has come daily, but still I wait. This could be the day he doesn’t ding me. I think we can all agree the only thing worse than thinking you’ve lost interest…
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Soft: A Diagnosis
Too available My diagnosis My judgment And then I saw him looking trendy and sweet ordering a burrito with guacamole and cheese. There was no air conditioning so we sweated it out while we relaxed in each other’s company. His hair looked soft as did his hands. And as it turned out soft is what…
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Don’t Blame the Brulee
This will come as a shock to some of you, but this Lady isn’t as progressive as you might think. Wednesday night, I met a lad for dessert at a local restaurant, one he suggested. We each had a chocolate crème brulee. We chitchatted about people we both knew. There were awkward pauses, but not…
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Giving Away
I wrote this some time ago about the heat of texting I sometimes feel. It’s a love/hate relationship I have with technology, though I can admit underneath it all, it has nothing to do with technology. (Note: I feel as though I might have posted this before but my glance-through revealed nothing…but I didn’t look…
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Months Later, In Response
I remember what you said about falling in love before I knew what was happening. New loves without embodiment aside from my imagination. The most fulfilling part of dreaming is before you wake up. Let me sleep for a bit longer.
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Games I Don’t Like to Play
If I took you on confronted you with what I want would you want the same? I’m in a maze and I’ve forgotten that if you trace your path along one side of the maze, you can find your way out. How do I remember? What wall is there to cling to? Oh,…
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Self-injurious Behavior
I knew there would be nothing between us, when you said I was easy to talk to, that you were comfortable telling things to me. Too close to the words he said, and I knew you were a different face, a different name, even a different man, but also, the same. He would tell me things…
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Untitled
Would I go back? Of course, I would to a time of physical discovery and comfort. I want that again and wanting is a sweet ache. I want to do what he won’t, a separate pain that prevents me from moving through viscous dreams to reality. And anyway. If it were true, if it…
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