Nothing happened. Maybe it did. Who knows?
Everything will get better soon, and your troubles will fade.
I have everything one could only dream of.
It settles inside on a mission to distort minds.
Being around him is like standing under a cloud raining acid.
Why does it feel like Emilian’s constantly reading my mind?
I am a clean sheet of paper, inside and out. What I think will be written and carried out.
New poetry, published in Spillwords Press.
Because of mom’s actions, everything I had with Misa may be over.
I have to tell you something…
My dream is coming true tonight.
I screamed so loud, for years…
It’s eight and my heart plummets. Am I nervous? That never happens…
Down, down, down….
Can’t believe I’m responding with smiling faces.
I feel my sunflower move closer to me, gripping my shoulder. I think it’s afraid… Because I am.
I slam the accept button and grip the steering wheel. If this woman makes me crash my truck…
I’m so disappointed in myself I can’t look at my reflection. I’ve never cheated on anything.
Someone was watching. She knew.