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he doesn't text me anymore

i think to be unloved is to be damned. 

for a while i thought myself damned.

can you really be damned at 16?

i gave him two cigarettes this time, 

and offered another two. 

he smoked them till the tips of his fingers burned, 

i wanted to place them on my lips.

suck them, kiss them, cool them.

i sat across from him, nursing one drink, careful with my teeth and my brow.

he...

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The moment it all changed

Without a chance, at that first glance,

A heart stopping moment frozen in time.

Nothing made sense, except, with electrifying suspense,

That the universe had spoken as your eyes met mine.

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Desperate Times Two

We met through a personal ad

Two desperadoes with sad eyes

Putting our pride in our pockets

Pained from others goodbyes

 

Desperation is a cruel master

Standards plummet to the floor

You tolerate the unacceptable

What you wanted is no more

 

Half-hearted, we fixed a date

Half a loaf is better than none

I wasn't keen on her manners

Normally she'd want me gone

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Chess

Worry to the unknown

Kindness kills

Silence is murderous

Wonder what we are

Scared to make a move

Chess

Can’t move back

Only forward

He is king moving all over the board

I’m looking back

Asking why and what

Thought he was the one

He pulled a move on me

Chess master

I didn’t see that move coming

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First Date

She
paints her lips with a false confidence,
smacks them together
and sits
and waits.
Her apprehension perches beside her
on the lonely park bench.
She pushes it away,
an embarrassing parent
hugging her outside the school gates.
She stitches her words together
to avoid the inevitable stumble
over ragged letters
and shards of silence
and talk so small it could be shattered underfoot
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Shook Up

 

Shook Up

Yesterday. Tracy told me about her birthday, of how she went on a date to a nice city pub with a cool guy. He was tattooed and wore a stylish baseball top. They got on, made small talk about their lives, ambitions and dreams. They planned to meet again next week.

Today. The guy who took Tracy out on her 31st birthday texted her and said he doesn’t want to see her again. H...

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