Tag: love

Remember Us, Always

I take a small sip of this champagne, feeling it warm my senses as it travels down my throat, attempting to smile at each guest my husband introduces me to, all the guests he does business with. Most are men of course, their wives by their sides, smoothing their tuxes as they shake my hand…

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A Story for the Heartbroken

This is a story written for a broken heart. This is a story that will give you hope. *** This is a story for you who thinks you are not good enough. You who look in the mirror and see nothing but the words they call themselves. A blackened reflection of what was.  This is…

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I Don’t Believe in Love

The girl’s hands tightened as the question she pondered over was said. However, once the question left her mouth, a thickened silence had fallen over both her and the boy who stood in front of her. She knew this was going to happen. The girl had been in this situation many times before, and all…

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Gravity

I keep writing bits and pieces, leave a story unfinished, unpolished by man, a woman at her best. I believe this to be a metaphor, and a good one at that. I’m being rewritten at the dome, reconstructed by the bell, become a narrative unfinished at the workings of God, polishing my beauty with grace.…

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The Endgame

I’m sitting on the couch with my legs spread wide open, arching my back, biting my lip, drawing his eyes to that area between my legs, the one he can’t resist. He bites down on his tongue from moaning, beads of sweat appearing just above his brow. I watch his Adam’s apple move as he…

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I Did It Again

I did it again. One of the things I can’t seem to forgive myself for is how easy it is for men to fall romantically out of love for me. I use to believe that I was easy to love, harder to leave. But I was lied to. The truth is harder to hear. I…

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Missing You, Missing Us

Can we pretend for a second? Can we pretend the universe is mistaken?  Can you look into my eyes and unmask the reasons for loving me? I miss your delicate whispers and compliments in my ears, the licks on my earlobes, the sighs of your love. I miss your subtle kisses through the screen, as…

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First Heartbreak 2018

It’s a cruel scene, a tragedy to feel such a way, for a woman to experience a ruing pain. I’ve never felt so broken and betrayed, never sobbed so recklessly that my lungs could barely breathe. They asked about love and the meaning of it, and I truly believed I had it, that I was…

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Can You Hear Her?

There is this roar inside her body, a ghastly bellow inside her mind. And all she wants to do is listen to that rage and follow its howls, stand on the ledge of a ten story building and fucking scream. “AHHHHHHHH!” she shouts at the world, belts the wounds out into existence. It takes so…

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This is For Charity

He’s leaning against the doorframe of the bathroom with a loose tie around his neck, rolling up his sleeves as if anticipating work. He watches my fingers seductively pull my tights up around my propped up leg on the edge of the bathtub, and I stroke the fabric once it reaches my mid-thigh, snapping the…

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When Love…Fades

So, you met somebody. And maybe you weren’t expecting it at the time. You gave your heart so many chances to be rebuilt by past lovers who could barely hold a small piece that broke off from someone else before. You didn’t feel like trying for what seemed like the millionth time again only to…

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Recipe for Disaster

There is a certain essence to his beauty.  My eyes followed his giant hands from pot to pot, their bulging veins shaking hints of spice across the bubbling cauldrons. I’m mesmerized by his concentration on each dish, the tick in his jaw, the slight raise in eyebrows, the quiet mumbles underneath his breath, recollecting recipes…

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A Woman’s Beauty

Beauty. According to Oxford Languages, beauty is defined as a “combination of qualities, such as shape, color or form, that pleases the aesthetic senses, especially the sight.” The second definition of beauty is quite simple, acceptable even; beauty is “a beautiful woman.” And yes, coincidentally, with a period. Synonyms of beauty resembles everything a woman…

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To My Mom, On Your Wedding Day

People always seem to ask this question: what’s your favorite memory? Whether it be with a friend, family member, or loved one, it’s a question for most of us, we’re able to answer right away. For me, it’s always been the same one because no matter how simple it is, it was during those times…

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