Love Letters and Candy Hearts, Part III
The other night I sat waiting in a coffee shop for a friend. The tables in this particular shop are
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The other night I sat waiting in a coffee shop for a friend. The tables in this particular shop are
I love Love, its strangeness, its capability to stretch, expand, burst. Love plummets, dives, floats—sometimes, dotes, speaking in foreign tongues
My Valentine’s Day for this year will be quick, painless, and without romance. My day will start at 7 a.m.
You’ve heard it before: If you love something, set it free; and if it doesn’t come back, you may as
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I do not love the way you lie.—Me, on not wanting to burn like Rihanna In four days (and some
The end can be the best beginning. I am my finished product, the final brush stroke, the final chord. You
I liked the idea of on-the-spot poems, since they moved me to write similarly to how I write my song
Crash, bang went her heart. I woke up this morning before my alarm because I went to sleep around 11